De (Forgettable) Legend

De Nooch don’t give a fuck.

Well, that’s not entirely true. He has a passion for a few things.

Tight perms.

The cool feel of a rayon and poly butterfly collar flopped open to reveal his man cleavage.

There’s also a fondness for a tumbler of Hennessey or the occasional highball of Seagrams 7 & 7 chased with the flatulent smoke of a Garcia y Vega elegante.

Depending on how he’s feeling, consumption of one or both of these things may or may not happen behind the wheel of the object he reveres most in this world, his 1975 black Dodge Charger special edition with the angled pillar window and the double bullet-style headlights.

But, De Nooch, he definitely don’t dig entanglements. Preferring to be free in mind and body, he leaves the conventional stuff like politics, career, true love, and the rise in potentially fatal food-related allergies to the suckers.