When you work on computer games you get to do fun, weird stuff. In the fall of 1986 I was working insanely hard on my game The King of Chicago. My publisher Cinemaware needed a designer photo for the box and since I was doing a gangster game I decided to dress the part by hitting up second hand clothes stores.
My buddy Sam Ross is a fine photographer so I asked him to take the pix. We found a grungy alley behind an abandoned train station which looked Chicagoish enough. We had a blast posing and clicking and got some decent pix.
I’m proud of King of Chicago.
Tony visited The Pad last week and made this delicious and gorgeous salad out of food he brought and vegetables I’d roasted (green beans and fennel heart). It was a salad to contemplate as you ate it.
When I have visitors my brain shorts out and I can’t handle any task more complex than obeying the Law of Gravity. Stimulating conversation is my brain’s Kryptonite and Tony – philosopher and instigator of mad adventures – tends to be fun to talk to, which sets my brainium to spitting sparks.
Tony has known me for many decades, since we were teacher’s aides working with Special Ed kids at Katherine Curren School in Hopkins, MN in 1976. He knows my brainrot well. When Tony visits he pampers me by doing all the tasks that I’m too glitched to handle – cooking, cleaning, prepping for a hike.
I named a leading character in The King of Chicago after Tony. To win the game you usually had to rub out Tony Santucci, the leader of the Chicago Southside Gang. (Cool gangster by Rob Landeros.)
Here is Tony in all his glory: