
I sent Pete an email asking for some stories about his friendship with Nick that I could share with you and this was his highly entertaining response...
"I first met Nick at the Jackson Hole News in Wyoming, as a new & slightly overwhelmed ad photographer. Nick--newer than me, and not yet 21--possessed even then an uncanny and effortless ability to understand Process, Art & Technology so fluently, I was immediately impressed & hopelessly jealous. He also played chess, was a gifted guitarist, and rocked the most baddass, Buffalo black salt-eaten Lincoln I'd ever seen.
"Bromance was in the air...
"A week or two later my buddy John & I got kicked out of the place we were crashing at. Someone located a cheap, derelict duplex full of shameful bachelors fleeing town. But we needed a third man. Nick was the dude. Also, he knew girls. A couple of whom moved in immediately. Our friend Ron arrived from California. The House of Shame was born.

"Within a year or two, our various trajectories had flung us in the four directions. But I always look back on those days with fondness & appreciation. Nick taught me how to bake a fucking pizza, use computers without fear, and introduced me to the music of Tom Waits... All of which remain indispensable to life."

awesome, btw i suck at chess. Love you pete!
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