But when Rafe took off he vaporized. I mean not even a trace. Nothing.
Old man Knapper, a real Posse Comitatus type, didn't see fit to call the police and a full six months passed before he got a postcard from a place called Northridge in California.
It turns out Rafe got himself a job in the movie business though he was vague as to exactly what kind of job it was. It was only later that one of the boys at The Gin Mill fessed to seeing a bit more than he cared to of the notorious prodigal son.
It seems Knapper junior, now going by the more memorable and percussive name "Knocker," had advanced a bit beyond the muffler and brake man we in Elmira had grown to rely upon to keep our trucks quiet and safe.
Amazing how a local boy could give up a good steady trade in order to try his luck in the uncertain world of The Arts. I can't say I ever sat through one of his films end to end but I've seen enough to realize that the kid has talent. And though I'm not what you'd call a connoisseur he seems to have a flare for those subtle intangible traits that give rise to what I've heard described as "inspired genius."
I guess sometimes it pays to walk away from what you know and take a risk on what you hope for.
At the last annual Adult Film Awards - the so called Golden Balls - Rafe Knocker won Best Supporting Actor for some movie that can only be streamed online. His dad showed me a tape of his acceptance where he tearfully thanked his parents and his priest for "making all this possible." Surprisingly (at least for me) he ended his speech with a beautiful quote from the Araveda Radaman, a twelfth century commentary on the Kama Sutra.
"To love is to lose and only through the renunciation of attachments and the abandonment of ego can a lover truly hope to be beloved."
Who knew crazy perverts could be so witty?
Old man Knapper, a real Posse Comitatus type, didn't see fit to call the police and a full six months passed before he got a postcard from a place called Northridge in California.
It seems Knapper junior, now going by the more memorable and percussive name "Knocker," had advanced a bit beyond the muffler and brake man we in Elmira had grown to rely upon to keep our trucks quiet and safe.
Amazing how a local boy could give up a good steady trade in order to try his luck in the uncertain world of The Arts. I can't say I ever sat through one of his films end to end but I've seen enough to realize that the kid has talent. And though I'm not what you'd call a connoisseur he seems to have a flare for those subtle intangible traits that give rise to what I've heard described as "inspired genius."
At the last annual Adult Film Awards - the so called Golden Balls - Rafe Knocker won Best Supporting Actor for some movie that can only be streamed online. His dad showed me a tape of his acceptance where he tearfully thanked his parents and his priest for "making all this possible." Surprisingly (at least for me) he ended his speech with a beautiful quote from the Araveda Radaman, a twelfth century commentary on the Kama Sutra.
"To love is to lose and only through the renunciation of attachments and the abandonment of ego can a lover truly hope to be beloved."
Who knew crazy perverts could be so witty?
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