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Venice Beach Guy

Someday I’m going to become one of those wacky character performance art guys at Venice Beach.


Why the fuck not?


What, I gotta go to grad school for that too?


Looks like a lot of fun!


“Hey, it’s Rollerskate Guitar Man!”


Everybody knows him. Everybody likes him. Who doesn’t like him?


Or “Guy Who Walks On Broken Glass.”


“Oh yeah! I saw him once!”


But me, I’ll take a different approach. I’m gonna be that wacky character performance art guys at Venice Beach who wants to make a difference in the world. I’m the wacky character performance art guy at Venice Beach who loves to make a difference in the world and take on social issues.


There’s no fucking doubt about it. I can’t wait.


The wacky character performance art guy at Venice Beach who loves to make a difference in the world and take on social issues because if I don’t, then the whole world is fucked!


I’m going to be one of those guys, I just know it!


I’ll finally let loose and unbridle the beasts of condescension; stake out a nice little area to accost people and inflict my sharp, comedic pain as I peel back the cheap veneer of their particle-board furniture lives.


The really hip kids will give me a few bucks and the rest of the dickheads can GO GET FUCKED!!.


: D



[c] 2006 Russ of America


Oh my god I’m insane.


I know I’m insane.


Everybody thinks I’m insane.


They don’t tell me that I’m insane, but they all think that I’m insane.


I’m not insane.


I’m completely fucking normal.


I am NOT normal.


I’m not insane though.


Am I insane?


How do I know?


How do YOU know?


Are you insane?


You’re not normal. What’s so normal about you?


You have an apartment? You have a job? You have a car payment?


You’re insane. You’re insane to the max!


YOU promised to pay the bank each month for the next five years. YOU legally obligated yourself to fire a regular monthly bullet in the head just so that ya can own a car. What’s the big pay-off for buying your car? Freedom?


Exactly what is your freedom, Toyota-Man? Where do you drive? Where are you going to go? What’s the big payoff?




You get to drive to work?


Every day? Really? You get to sit in traffic on the 405 and haul your self-indulgent ass to work every morning. Earlier and earlier so that you can beat the traffic. And where do you work? What do you do? Is it fun? Is it important? Could the entire world do without you? Maybe, but you’ve got a car, so when they come to burn down your cubicle, don’t sweat, you just hop in your car and split! Zero-to-sixty in twelve seconds.


And when you’re just about finished paying for the car, you’re almost out of the woods but then you —


Wanna trade up! Trade up! Trade up!


“I wanna trade up! I wanna new car! An Audi!!!! I want an Audi! People like me drive Audis. People like writers, people like producers, people like other assholes who are just like writers and producers!


I identify with Audis!


I identify with Audis because Audis are just like me and my personality! Some people’s personalities are VWs and cow-print upholstery. My personality is Audi. My personality is silver! And black leather interior and red dashboard lights!


That’s my personality! My personality is metal and leather and lights!


My personality is red lights!


Not green lights. Green lights is, “Do!” Red lights is, “Don’t!” And that’s my personality. I’m don’t! I’m not do. Do is boring. Do is grandpa. You’re do. I’m don’t.


Can I get an Audi? Can I trade in my Corolla? How much will you give me? Can I get the A4? How much is it per month?”


You’re normal.


I’m insane.



[c] 20006 Russ of America