Robin ('Winger') Jackson

Robin lives large at Burning Man 2001. He's the one in the middle with the umbrella. Who his compadres are, I couldn't tell you. I hope to join him there next year.

Robin is probably my oldest friend. Met him at Waldorf school we were both 7. I was the new kid, he showed me around. The friendship went through many stages and I'm ashamed to say that at times in my youth I was pretty abusive to this swinger. He's the most gentile character I've ever known. But he's not passive: just good souled. Anyway, we've both grown up to be somewhat outlandish (as you can doubtless tell from the photo) and have a really good mutually beneficial friendship based on solid respect for eachother.

One of the best things about Robin is how dirty he is. He has this really unique and innocent facination with kink, kind of like he's still 13 and kind of like he's a really filthy old man, but with no negative overtones. He's always making off-color jokes about pedophelia or taking the conversation "one step beyond". His nickname, "Winger" refers to this, with their over-the-top big hair monster ballads and 17-year-old virgin idols.

Robin has dual citizenship with New Zeland. He lived there for 3 years of high school and his mom and step-dad have settled there more or less perminantly, though they're currently in the US making dough so they can buy a house in NZ. He's got a lot of cool stories from down under and I made him promise me once when we were drunk that he'd take me on a backpacking trip. That's gonna be sweet.

Robin lives in Olympia Washinton, plays the saxophone like a banshee and expands his mind at the Evergreen College.

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