Jonny came into existence the same year Forrest Gump popped into the world's collective brain pan. Algiers is the scary little ghetto across the waters, past New Orleans. Jonny had been Johnny, but AOL insisted that I could only use 5 characters (WTF?! to use Etain's parlance), so I made my P. I. into something more like Dashiell Hammett's Continental Op, and settled on Jonny. This was back in 1997, now I could name him Rumpelstiltskin_Wojiehowicz_Algiers and AOL wouldn't bat an electronic eye (yes, I am on the Echelon watch list, I keep using coded words like Rumsfeld sucks donkey dick and my threats of wearing a blood-stained clown suit on the steps of the Capitol (or maybe the local Wal-Mart) and yelling ATTICA! ATTICA! like Al Pacino in DOG DAY AFTERNOON. So there you have it, Jonny Algiers. Photos taken by Dan Szostak, AKA Cousin Slick, who also took the shots of my new business cards. That's the way the mop flops, kids.
