In late 2000, I asked a former employer and friend, Joey Clarke to write me a letter of recommendation. What follows is what he wrote. 12 Years later it still brings a smile to my face and is one of my fondest memories of my now deceased friend.
To whom it may concern,
If Keifel Agostini was half as good as he thinks he is, he would be better than anybody. As it is, however, thank God that art requires few straight lines, as he can’t draw them.
As a colleague, he beggars description. “Loud”, and “boisterous” may give you some idea, but they fail to do him justice. Think Attilla the Hun (the aggression, not the strategy), Machiavelli (the arrogance, not the literacy), and Dr. Williams (the deafness, not the dignity). Throw in a touch of Idi Amin (the looks, not the power), and you’ve got the idea.
Assuming you’re running an abattoir or a rugby team, you can probably find a place for him. Keep chains on hand, and lock up your daughters.