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November 2001 Oakland CA –

“Due to Stevie’s drinking the evening prior, intentions were unsuccessful and we departed at 10 a.m. for Thanksgiving in Seattle. It’s Wednesday. Small coffee. Light rain. 80 to the 5. It’s a straight shot. Steve reflects back that had he gone to bed early and had packed, we’d be in Oregon now. It’s a road trip!

Me: Who’s the most famous person you’ve ever met?

Steve Ravioli: Crispin Glover, Joe Strummer, Jeru the Damaja -

Me: Wait, you saw Jeru in an elevator. You didn’t even talk to him.

Mr. Ravioli: Shut up. I’m talking…the guitarist for R.E.M….

Me: You don’t even know his name?

Ravi: Peter Buck. All of the Alarm.

Me: You’re gay.

Ravi: ? I interviewed the lead singer of Spiritualized. He’s famous. He’s in magazines. I met John Havliczeck. He was on the Celtics in the 50′s but I didn’t give a fuck at the time. My friend Dan cooked dinner for Joey Ramone and Blondie. I’m talking credit for those too…

Me: Any politicians?

Ravi: No. No politicians. I met Ian Asterbury, lead singer of the Cult. He signed a one dollar bill. I think I still have it. I got backstage at a U2 concert. I drank complimentary soda. I didn’t see anyone. My friend played football with Edie Brickell in Central Park.

Me: What?

Ravi: You’re right. That doesn’t count. But she’s married to Paul Simon…

Me: Oh yeah. I’ll write that down.

Steve-o get’s curious about the countryside at the California/Oregon border:

“Christ, what do these people do? I bet the suicide rate’s huge up here. No one makes it past 40.”

Then he contemplates the romance of long haul trucking.

“How long do they last? 10 years? Sounds like a life sentence to me. (in judges voice) 20 years behind bars or 10 years behind the wheel.”

Thanksgiving day. Introductions were made. “I’m sure one of us is pleased.”

Mike, a one time music industry accountant, puts us up for a night in Portland Organ. We talked about NYC. He had to leave before big city money sucked him in. “Everyone lives in bars, they’re extensions of living rooms because everyone’s apartments are so small.”

Back in the car Steve and I discuss Pinata Parties. What to fill the Pinata with. Uncooked bacon. Beans and rice. A live skunk.

Ravi: “The pinatas you buy are too thick. You need to make one so thin and brittle it cracks like a vase and everyone in the room gets sprayed with corn chowder.”