Stunned City Mourns Loss of White-Haired Patriarch

And so it has come to this. Paulie, the relentless “superfrink” and reliable source of general craziness, seems to have disappeared. As I said earlier, the only thing on his Ink profile page is one line of text, one bold taunt to those of us who may never again be graced with his wit and wisdom. The words stare at us in cruel proclamation, making us catch our breath in our throats with their simplicity and terse finality: This profile no longer exists. Why, Paulie? Why have you done this to us? Some thoughts, after the jump.

Let us first acknowledge this: there have been signs. Why, a mere two days ago Paulie posted these words under “3rd Time’s the Charm”:

Not living in the world of the 70’s…practically no one from here will appreciate what it means to be censored. And, yes I realize this is not my publication…I get that. “Nuff said. Next time, I’m out!

What could this mean? Could the hip overlords at Ink have been censoring our dear friend’s words? Worth noting: this drew immediate rebuke from the usual suspects in the “frink” world, including “marleyzboy,” “photolicous,” and, of course, the dastardly SLIMMphoto, who has a bit of a history with Paulie. And in response to this mockery, Paulie posted the following response. At the time, we thought he was just joking or being hyperbolic.

Naw…but I do see more clearly after trying here for a few months and for years elsewhere. There’s a significant gap between the 20-30 something in our society and any other age who tries to relate. It’s pretty much exclusive. Best of luck with that…cause it’s short lived, and then YOU will be ousted of your own world.

I’m out of INK.

Sigh. Reread that last sentence. We assumed it was mere exaggeration, or perhaps some grand metaphor concocted by Paulie to mean he had spent his energy trying to relate to this crowd. But no. He meant it. He’s out of INK.

So what now? Where does the world of KC’s Most Important Social Networkingish “Media” Site go from here, without the steady guidance of everyone’s favorite paternal “frink”? Time will tell. But we suspect that Paulie would not have wanted us to be sad. He would have wanted us to celebrate, to hit all his old haunts — Oceans of Fun, Voodoo Lounge, et al — and hoist a drink in his honor. So in that spirit, a few of Paulie’s greatest hits:

You do know it’s just clothing…right? You get all your self worth out of what you wear? Who cares what the business wants. It’s THEIR businesses, not yours. Shall we all bow down to you and let you make the rules…for someone else’s business? LOL I don’t think so. It’s just damn clothes. How old are you, anyway? Why do you squabble over immature things?

I just saw the general manager of P&L’s corporate office this morning on the news. HE’S A BLACK MAN! ………. LOL! Discrimination? I don’t think so.

I swear, this whole “pimps/ho’s” lifestyle that has saturated our culture is not quite the good idea it comes across as. Sure, it’s fun for those who don’t want anything long term. But like the saying goes…there’s the person you “play” with and the one you want “for real.”… That line of thinking would make hookers and gigilos the best sexual partners on the planet. I don’t THINK so!

If you’re a playa…walk it out and be clear that you are out to fk someone and fk someone over in the end. If you’re interested in someone of the same sex…don’t pretend otherwise. And on and on.

I put my jacket on today! Seriously! That means summer is on it’s way…out. Not only is that bad enough, this makes 2 summers to pass and I’m still without someone special in my life …and not even dating. Two summer seasons at the pool. Two summers of outdoor concerts and art shows and new stuff to do like Power n Light or clubbing and so on and no one in particular to have made the memories with.

Fuck war! Go and be a salesman or football player or Sonic manager.

And to the one complaining their partner isn’t good, or good enough…who says YOU’RE so hot at it??? Seriously. My last gf said to me…on the one hand it was the best sex she’d ever experienced, and on the other during one of our breakups…”I don’t think you can handle someone as hot as me.” What an AH she turned out to be.

Music is the affirmation of awesome.

Sniff. We may never see this kind of genius again. Here’s to you, Paulie, wherever you may be. Be well, friend, and godspeed.