I thought I might as well share a funny story I have about Jack.
When I was in high school we started working on Mac3d.com together, and we had the chance to meet up on occasion. I recall that the summer after my senior year he flew out to SF, and I had the wonderful job of picking him up from the airport.
So there I am, waiting in the terminal (back in the days when you could), and I don't see Jack until he is standing right in front of me.
Wearing the clothes of a priest...
Turns out he had gotten ordained online, and had gotten the vestments and all sorts of goodies (breathmints named Testamints...sheesh)
So I drive Jack back to Napa, and we hang out for the day, and the time comes when I need to return to my house where I was staying with my mother.
At that point Jack refuses to take off his outfit. And my mother was of the mind that I wouldn't really be close friends with a man of the cloth.
Like I said, I loved the man, and damnit I put up with so much of his shit. Only he could get away with freaking out my own mother like that...
Rest in Peace Father Frost...the Fourth
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