Bunga is absolutely a hazard to himself
Bunga is tequila + campfire = hilarity
Bunga is asking Howard to play that song again
Bunga is howling like a coyote to scare off a herd of cows
Bunga’s tent is now surrounded by coyotes…oops, time to go.
Bunga’s greatest stage was everyday life
Bunga is singing Carless Whisper a cappella at the top of his lungs in a cowboy bar.
Bunga is paying $5 to see my girlfriend’s breasts as I come out of the shower
Bunga is wearing an outrageous sombrero to the convenience store.
Bunga is guiding to hidden petroglyphs and then to the coolest bar I’ve ever seen in the middle of nowhere.
Bunga is asking a girl is she wants to wrestle
Bunga is saying “Look Elvis” and when you turn your head, eating your fries
Bunga is never depressed, sad yes, angry sure. Depressed? I never saw it.
Bunga is almost decapitated by phone wires riding a “rent-a-hors” in Rocky Point
Bunga is in deep conversation with a homeless guy he just met about alien encounters “Yeah, those greys are evil…”
Bunga is always in character. No airs. Zero pretense. He is always Bunga...Period!
Bunga is wandering into the hotel room at midnight bleeding and soaking wet and without a word of explanation passing out.
Bunga is quoting Carlos Castaneda
Bunga is using to force to avoid capture and prosecution in Oaxaca.
Bunga is to Nora as Tonto was to Scout.
Bunga is eyeing your plate at a restaurant and asking “Are you going to finish that?”
Bunga’s spirit is now and will forever be at The Rock.
Bunga is the only person I have ever known who is truly living every moment to the fullest, as if it were his last.
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