the thing about this guy was that he ate his boogers. licked the wet ones right off his finger with a stiff tongue and scraped the dry, harder ones onto the back of his bottom front teeth.

he also indulged himself often in children snacks, though this was of considerably less social consequence. those gummy, sugary fruit snacks that come in little packs of 10 or so - red, orange, green, yellow, and sometimes blue. he would punish three or four packs right in a row. open the pack, pour the entire contents into his palm, and eat colors at a time.

he was doing 'Bron-Y-Aur Stomp' from III on repeat. everyone knows the story (from Nehemiah) where the inventor of stringed instruments upon hearing Zeppelin III for the first time shakes G awake from a nap in heaven to say "Behold, man approaches divinity!" and G just rolls over.

he generally tries to listen to full albums - enjoying the art of piecing together 10 - 15 songs into a coherent unit. many of the artists he enjoyed crafted albums. as opposed to singles and filler and he felt as if he was ignoring an important piece of what they had worked so hard at if the album was not enjoyed as an album. but there were those times man when immediate gratification ruled the fort and there was only one perfect song to be enjoyed for that moment. and caution and restraint be damned, that song was getting enjoyed and enjoyed probably five or six times before it was done with him. he loved the ones, songs, that exercised his emotions. a rolling mania being his favorite and the most enjoyable.

man. he was in a bit of spot where creativity was just not coming to him and so he supplanted with boogers and mediocrity.