Not only is this Terrible Dead Art, but Garcia would have hated this bullshit and you know it. Don’t do this.
He was a man, and a deeply flawed one at that: he liked steak sandwiches, blowjobs, and playing guitar. Also, heroin and unintentional (yet easily-avoided) arson.
He was kind and generous and compassionate, and sometimes he would have Parish hit people.
He was a benevolent presence and compellingly positive; he was maddeningly passive-aggressive.
There were more successes than can be listed; more failings than should be.
Always remember that the first part of making a saint is killing a man.
Blowjobs? Really? Where do you cull the data on that? I would like further elaboration on this. Who blew him? When did they blow him? How often was he blown? Et cetera.
Two types of Enhusiasts: those that want to picture Garcia getting a hummer, and those that don’t.
Relegate me to the perverted if you must, but I have mostly pictured our saint Jerome as more of a celibate. When you do 100 days a year on the road, up to your eyes in Persian exports and cheeseburgers and ben & Jerry’s, I just assume there’s no room for blowjobs. The evidence that he ever had coitus, when I see it, causes me to marvel. It adds to the mystique.
I admit: I see him as a-sexual as well, but all accounts, that was decidedly not the case. (When he was off the Persian.)