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Patrick Ewing Age 36

San Francisco, CA

Also known as: hoverbird

Vector of enthusiasm. Building storytelling tools at @CampoSanto. Games writing at @ThisGame. Twitter Web veteran (-)

Patrick A. Ewing Age 57

Washington, DC | Derwood, MD | Demarest, NJ

Patrick Ewing lives in Washington, District Of Columbia, but has also spent time in Derwood, Maryland; Demarest, New Jersey; Longwood, Florida and Cambridge, Massachusetts. Companies in which he has a work history include Nba, Orlando Magic, Center, Basketball, New York Knicks, National Basketball Association, Professional Basketball Player, Seattle Supersonics, National Basketball Association Players With Retired Numbers, Olympic Basketball Players Of The United States, Basketball Players From Massachusetts, Basketball Players At The 1984 Summer Olympics, Basketball Players At The 1992 Summer Olympics and Basketball Players At The Summer Olympics. He enjoys listening to Christian. Patrick is related to Sarah Ellen Finan, Meha Valdez Ewing, Barbara D Ewing, Clarice B Ewing, Jillian Ewing, Dorothy E Ewing, Jmes P Ewing, Carl A Ewing, Rita M Willliams, Todd B Ewing, Rita M Ewing, Karlene M Ewing, Carl A Ewing, Estil W Ewing, Robin Jennell Gomez, Vicki Ewing Calman, Patricia E Ewing and Sally Cece Finan.

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Reid H. Ewing Age 31

Salt Lake City, UT

Also known as: Reidoing

Reid Ewing lives in Salt Lake City, UT. Companies in which he has a work history include South Dakota, Fright Night, Modern Family, Zeke And Luther and In Between Days. Positions he has held include Actor.

Brian Ewing Age 111

New York, NY

Also known as: brian_ewing

I'm an artmusic nerd that loves to people watch as I drink coffee with friends. Also, a closet John Hughes fan that patterned his teenage years after the likes of Ducky and Lloyd Dobbler. Which was neatly packaged with a soundtrack of bad metal, punk and 's pop music. If that isn't a recipe for disaster, I don't know what is. Physically... I'm tall enough to ride a roller coaster on my own. I so desperately wanted society to aid in my low self-esteem but was rejected. After years of denial and reading fortune cookies, I have learned to live with the fact that I'm not fat or in need of a hamburger. Like, yeah. And I've been known to be quite handsome, in a certain angle and a certain light. Sadly, I'm employed. I know it's a bad first impression with the ladies, but trying to hide from the truth is so exhaustive. I'd like to say that my job consists of me with my feet on the desk screaming "Buy Sell Buy" into the phone, while sipping my exotic Starbucks coffee...but it's not. No siree Bob. I'm one of those crazy weird hybrids you only hear about in hushed conversations - I'm an artist. A working one. I can't believe it either. That's where "employed" comes into play. So I guess that means I can pay my rent on time. I wish it meant that I could tolerate people who speak Klingon, but somehow God must have greater plans for me.