As good as it gets: Impromptu crawling, swimming with Billy Ocean, Banzai, jolly laughs, reputable rhyme ripping, Kung Fu mischief, Trinity Cinemusing, Sexy Intellectualizing, twisting Thanksdrinking, Bananagraming, comfortable silences, uncomfortable impersonations, excellent usage of plaid, cab hats and dinner jackets, superior wordsmithery, and general UYE-ing all over the place have all unwaveringly provoked the best of times and the worst giggle-fits I have ever experienced. Justin has become an integral part of what makes this city a town for so many, and he’s made it a home for those lucky enough to call him a friend. JB is one of the rare pH-neutral, glue-binding characters I know who have the uncanny knack to bring people together under a common cause of having a good chill time with good chill company. Recently I have heard him say he’s made more good friends in Austin than he deserves. Except that he absolutely, undoubtedly does. Take heart, Justin: it’s not without a tear that we reluctantly bid you farewell. You’ll be missed profoundly. Austin may be losing one of it’s few remaining gentlemen, but Chicago is certainly in for a genuinely charming time. P. S. Be sure ta bring yo coat, pack a braht sammich an’ tree apples, fuh when you meet dose wise guys on da train, over by dere.* *Source: [
Catherine T.
Place rating: 5 Austin, TX
I didn’t get to know Justin very well, but I’ll still never forget him, especially his hat style. Not enough men wear hats [read: NOT baseball caps] anymore, in my opinion, so I appreciate Justin trying to make it fashionable again. And a nicer guy you won’t find in Austin, especially now that he’s moving away. And thanks to his going-away party at Rio Rita last night, every Monday henceforth when I go there to spin records, I will be reminded of the good times that were had on the patio last night at that tiny table that turned into a giant Unilocal orgy. And because of the hobo theme, every time I hear a train whistle, I’ll have a larf picturing Justin carrying his bindle stick, eating Mulligan stew, and trying to escape the bulls while riding the rails. Good luck in sweet home Chicago, buddy! And keep your apartment clean at all times, ’cause you never know when we might decide to spring for a UYE/road trip up to your place. Your apartment can sleep twenty, right?
