NDN was the nickname of a great
brown buffalo of a man from Tulsa, OK; as the eponymous
Brown Buffalo of
Hunter S. Thompson's works (
HST's attorney, Oscar Zeta Acosta), NDN was one of God's prototypes - never intended for mass-production. With a legendary appetite for life, drink, food, and fun, NDN was an icon in several distinct national sub-communities of gamer-nerds, carnival geeks, chicks with blue hair, fire-eaters, sword-swallowers, nipple-piercers, the hirsuite, the corpulent, the French, the verbose, fans of certain touring bands named after famous firearms, and the ambiguously perverse. To this day, if you drink enough Jaggermeister to hallucinate, it is alleged that you will have a vision of The NDN...even if you've never met the man. He was a legend, and when he shuffled off this mortal coil it was as if the last of the great primeval beasts had roared once more to remind the world of his presence, and then faded into the obscurity of anecdote to sleep forever more.
Also known as Jeronimous MacFargyle to his dozens of
besotted clanmates, and as Freight Train to people who may have shot at him in a mostly harmless sporting sort of way, he is remembered most fondly by people with similar jolly-pirate nicknames.
A real live Urban Legend. Yogi would be proud.
(Overheard from any number of random people without any logical connection)
"NDN? Big dude, looks like the
Bodhisattva...only inebriated?"
"THAT'S HIM..."
"Hey, I think he delivered my sister's baby..."
"Dude he can
spit fire! I love that guy."
"Indian?"
"No, dude N-D-N; the man is so hip he doesn't really require vowels."
"Like the
tetragrammaton?"
"Yeah...kinda. 'IMDNDN' he used to say."
