One bad ass mutherfucker and French Horn Player. Don't even think about questioning his authority, even if you don't know him. He'll slap you across the face and make you spit shine the shit out of his patent leather shoes.
He's one of those guys who you just know could kick your ass. Physically, and mentally, without even giving it a second thought. To be a Chris Caldwell of the world means to be a virtual connoisseur of anything, and everything. To know everything about the modern world, and to drop musical deuces on those who piss you off.
Band kid 1: "Is that Chris Caldwell?"
Band kid 2: "Holy shit it is, let's play our notes right or he'll pour hot water on our feet and beat our asses backstage."
Janitor: "Wow the grass on the marching field sure did spring up this year!"
Drum Major: "It's because Caldwell made everyone cry so much they irrigated that shit."
A period in American history where if you had money, all you had to do was invest in stock
, kick back, and enjoy the ride. The street was swarming with gangsters, the Klan
was lynching blacks, and the economy prospered. What more could you ask for?
It was THE TIME to be living, that is if you weren't poor, of course. In that case, you would just be picking cotton and shitting in your front yard. If you want to know what it was like, read The Great Gatsby
by F. Scott Fitzgerald
My Great Great Grandpa: "Boy life sure does suck ass, picking cotton like a skunkape
Rich Prick: "Oh cheer up you dirt poor pussy! It's The Roaring 20's!"