Jim Kuczun
Bob Pearce     Matthew Rasnake     Paul S. Brown     Nathan Steele
My Favorite Martyr

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The early life of Jim Kuczun is really quite uneventful. He was born in New Hampshire on September 9, 1975. He spent most of his time there using his overactive imagination to do god knows what, romping through the woods, and climbing and pissing behind as many trees as he could find (believe me, there are a lot of fucking trees in New Hampshire, so this was actually a great feat to be accomplished if you actually think about it). At the age of twelve, Jim's family decided to move to Kentucky, and here he attended middle and high school in the small and backwards town of Taylorsville. Not well liked by people in this town, especially by the young women, except when they needed help with their homework, Jim spent most of his time reading, writing, and generally avoiding the inconsequential life forms that he came in contact with. He graduated high school, number 3 in his class, with few friends, no girl friend, a head full of useless knowledge, and no hope.
      But just as it seemed that our hero's life couldn't get any worse, he did what most people consider the worst mistake he ever made. He went to college at Murray State University. This, my friends, is where the real story begins. College was a whole new ball game for our Jim. Here he met a handful of people that didn't fuck cows, that weren't the corporate puppets of MTV and Rolling Stone, and generally hated everyone else as much as he did. Here in Murray, he met women that didn't care if you played basketball or baseball, and they actually liked you for your intelligence (and sometimes lack of it). Here he was introduced to alcohol, drugs, and good music, which became three of Jim's good friends. But most of all he met Paul.
      Yes, he met Paul. And then he met Nathan, then Bob, then Matt, and finally Brax. The six of them found each other, and almost instantly became the closest of friends, feeding themselves and each other off their combined ideas of world domination, literature, film making, anal love making, and music, most of which took place in the local 24 hour Hardees, where they also fed themselves massive and unhealthy amounts of coffee, nicotine, and roast beef. They talked about their detest for corporate puppets and the binary thinking of the normal pseudo Christian American zombies, and made plans to fight the power. Most of all, they came up with ideas about things. Anything and everything. And soon their ideas were spread to the masses of the small community, although very few took the message well.
      However, the good times didn't last long. Jim soon ran out of money and had to drop out of school. With a stinging good-bye, he left his cohorts, moved back to Taylorsville, and then to Louisville, where he took a minimum wage job at a grocery store. But soon after that, he would find himself reunited with his partners in transgressions, first with Matt and Brax moving to Louisville, then Paul, Bob, and finally Nathan, for a short time until he decided to go back to school. The boys were back and now nothing could stop them from reaching their goals. Nothing except the bar on the corner.
      Jim Kuczun is a talented musician, and an equally talented writer and artist. He is currently working with both Lucifigous Prick and Ultimate Nullifier, as well as his own solo project, Single Bullet Suicide Theory. He also is working on artwork for Matthew's new collection of poetry, permutations of a technicolor world, as well as writings for a future untitled work of his own. Expect great things from this one. Very great things. Especially if he ever turns that damn Playstation off and actually does something with his life.

 


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