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| Zach and I wearing our cool hats at Joestock! |
Zach's a guy named Zach. He happens to have a website which tears the hell out of my Netscape because of the high amounts of DHTML he uses. Curses to him! Contrary to what Zach may believe, he lives right here in Sheldon. We met when he first moved here several years ago. He always reminded me of that one dude, from that show. You know the one. It has the guy in it.
The most noticeable of Zach's personal traits is his inability to tell people goodbye. Usually when he is over at someone's house, he will stand up, and walk out the door. When the door shuts, everyone says "Bye Zach," and we listen to him speed off in his car.
Zach's car has a unique sound to it due to the exhaust work he's done. However, my neighbor's car also sounds the same way. When we hear the sound of what we believe to be Zach, we have to wait until the car shuts off, because Zach revs his engine right before he turns the key to kill the motor. When we hear a car rev up, then turn off, we know that Zach is going to pay us a visit.
If you have a weak stomach and are faint of heart, I would not advise visiting Zach in the early morning. I once went to his house before work to get some early morning shooting done, to find Zach sitting on the couch in a pair of tightie whities, eating out of a bucket of ice cream. I still shudder when thinking of it. Zach's family either looks or acts exactly the same way he does. That has earned them the nicknames of: Momma Zach, Poppa Zach, and Baby Zach / Zach Jr (his younger brother).
Some of Zach's favorite hobbies are twitching, leaving without saying goodbye, and shitting in people's trashcans.
To see a picture of Zach looking like a Minnesota redneck with his sawed-off double barrel shotgun, click here.
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