Some folks say he’s the product of a chemically enhanced bromance between Hunter S. Thompson and Sam Peckinpah. Others reckon the rumors are true that he just dragged himself out of the Willamette River one day, shedding a cephalopodic second skin as he lurched forth. Still others hold with the theory that he’s not a man at all, but the reincarnation of Loki, Coyote, or Nyarlathotep.
No matter who’s right, Jake Ten Pas is wrong, on so many levels. Except when it comes to music, film, travel, politics and epicurean delights. On those subjects, he’s right as rain. Which is good, seeing that’s what this infernal blog is all about.