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Spec piece 2017

AI 2026

Of the many David Scotts, a few :

  • A Toronto Hairstylist/Makeup Artist with decades of experience. Founder of David Scott Beauty Inc & David Scott Cosmetics Inc.

  • A professor at the University of British Columbia and Clinical Director at the Centre for Lymphoid Cancer. His specialization is in cancer genomics and biomarker discovery.

  • U.S. Representative for Georgia's 13th Congressional District since 2003. Serves constituents in the Atlanta metropolitan area.

  • NASA astronaut, test pilot, flew on Gemini 8, Apollo 9, and commanded Apollo 15. Moonwalk: Walked on the Moon in 1971, conducting extensive field geology. Attended West Point, MIT, and University of Michigan. 

  • An American hip-hop dance teacher and choreographer. He is known for his work in films such as You Got Served and Step Up 2: The Streets. He passed away in June 2025.

  • A director and actor known for his work on Thunderbirds Are Go and Lego Star Wars: The Padawan Menace.

  • A host and co-creator of the true-crime series Interview with a Killer.

  • A prominent scholar at Columbia University known for his work in postcolonial theory and ethics. Recipient of a 2023 Guggenheim Fellowship. Director of the Small Axe Project.

  • IT WAS A WARM SPRING DAY; BIRDS WAS SINGIN’. THE DISTRACTION, THE WEIGHT OF IT, HAD ME SPINNIN’,  AND THERE IT WAS. 2561.

    HOW? WHY?  MORE MEMORIES THAN A FAMILY SCRAPBOOK, AND TWICE AS DUSTY. A GRINDING TEXTURE.

    IT PULLED ME IN. ENERGY.  I WAS LIKE A BAGGED SQUIRREL IN THE NOON SUN.

    FIRST OFF, GET PAST THE MUSCLE.

    “WHAT YA WANT?"

    ‘WHO’S ASKIN’?"

    “THE NAMES GUS. THAT’S ABOUT ALL YOU’LL GET FROM ME. “ HE SAYS. "NOW WHADDAYA WANT, AND DON’T GO CRACKIN’ FOXY."

    PLAY BY THE RULES, I TOLD MYSELF. KEEP IT GOOD. KEEP IT COOL; ICE IT.  CONTROL IT.

    “MY MUDDER’S MUDDER LIVED HERE. I’M TOLD SHE WAS ONE OF THE ORIGINALS, IN THE BUILDING." I GLANCED AWAY.

    “OH YA, WHICH ONE?"

    “THAT ONE," I BIT BACK.

    ‘OH," HE SAYS. “1 OH 2.”

    “YUP.”

    “WELL,” HE SAYS, “THIS PILE O’ BRICKS WENT UP IN ’42.”

    “HMMMM. CAN’T SAY," I SAYS.

    “WE STILL GOT THE SAME OWNER FROM THEM DAYS. SHE BOUGHT IT WITH HER HUSBAND IN ’45. I’M TOLD THEY PAID ABOUT 10 g’s BACK THEN.”

    GUS WAS SPILLIN’ THE BEANS NOW. I PUT MY SPOON AWAY, AND LET HIM RUN. THIS WAS LOOKIN’ GOOD. IT WAS A WALK IN THE PARK.

    “OH YA, HER NAME’S COLETTE BELCOURT. SEPARATED, BUT TOO MUCH MOOLA TO REALLY SPLIT, IF YA CATCH MY DRIFT. LIVES OUT OAKTOWN-WAY NOW.”  HE WAS ENJOYING THIS. THROTTLE WAS ON FULL.

    “AND YA SEE THAT UNIT RIGHT THERE,” HE GLANCED SIDEWAYS. “THAT THERE IS WHERE AYLA MONROE LIVES.” HE WAS SINGIN’ NOW.

    “YA,” HE BARKED. “BIN HERE SINCE ’42. A REAL SWEETHEART.”

    “I CHECK ON HER ONCE A DAY.” HE TOOK A LONG PULL OFF HIS PALL MALL.

    “I AIN’T NEVER SEEN THE PLACE LOOK SO GOOD.”

     I NEEDED TO GET MYSELF OFF PLANET GUS, BEFORE THE SUN WENT DOWN.

    WITH THAT, HE GAVE THE NOD. THE FIX WAS IN.

    ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE.