William S., 03/24/2004
“Let me tell you about Joseph. First of all, he is one lying sonofabitch. And when I say he lies I mean he lies ALL the time: day in, day out, morning, noon and night, whether anyone’s listening or not. If he tries to strike a deal with you, GET IT IN WRITING. I always thought he would make a great pimp or maybe a doctor, but he doesn’t seem to have the required stomach for trafficking in human beings. Sad to say, the last time I saw Joseph he tried to steal some powdered dilaudid I was holding (it was just for a friend, mind you) and I had to throw him out of my ‘bunker,’ the ungrateful little shit. He was lucky I didn’t feed him to the lemurs.”

Justin, 02/16/2004
“Right now I’m sitting in a mall watching a portly fellow attempt to keep his balance while pushing an overfilled grocery cart up an escalator. He’s huffin.’ He’s puffin.’ He’s frantically adjusting his grip. He’s not a third of the way up yet! The guy standing behind him looks exactly like Joseph.”

Sebastian, 01/29/2004
“Joseph and I had/have the same sneakers, a stylish pair of navy blue Reebok tennis shoes.”

Josh, 01/28/2004
“I first met Joseph at a support group for recovering sex addicts. I could tell right away from his gentle eyes and quiet strength that he was just the sort of person I could count on to help me control my terrible urges. Joseph has always been there for me when I’ve needed a helping hand to make it through those lonely nights. Whatever lucky person snares his heart will find an endless wellspring of joy and kindness just waiting to spurt forth into the cruel light of day. Sometimes Joseph appears to me in dreams, encouraging me to fulfill my potential and pursue my goals. Although afterwards I always wake up sweaty. I can honestly say I wouldn’t be where I am today without Joseph. I love you man!”

Courtney, 01/28/2004
“...He’s not a weirdo that would approach you at a Fugazi show (or is he? I think it depends on the day).”