San Fran-Chris-co

So stubborn 11 will recognize this guy even with the black out. The world is a small, strange place. I met this fine gentleman @ a Brooklyn roof-top BBQ thrown by the Legend and French Chris. Dude was from San Francisco, and his name was Chris, but being that the beer consumption was what it was and I am absolutely horrible with names, I had to make up a nick name so I could remember what to call him other than 'hey guy'. This guy was the tops. He was the only one that was willing to hunt Brazilian girls with me @ 3 AM in Fort Green with no locals to guide our drunk arses. I only saw him a few more times that trip, during which this good man slept in a park (because he couldn't find his way back to the apartment), rode more white horse than I have seen since, and constantly dodged calls from his girlfriend(once while getting head from a bird he met 20 minutes earlier @ the bar). He was in short, the hero of the trip.
Hadn't even thought of the guy in months until I was cruising Rebel 8 yesterday, and it turns out dude is good friends with Mike Giant.
Too bad I lost his phone number; I bet New Years would have been a real corker with this guy around.