Street Lunatics

I’m back in the suburbs now, but in my urban years, especially the ten years I spent riding the bus in Los Angeles, I met many crazy people on the street. The topic of free-range crazies came up a couple of times recently and I remembered some of the better ones:

  • The Shredder: In downtown Los Angeles. This gentleman constantly wore a kind of Islamic veil over his face. His left side was female, meaning that he had a woman’s shoe and stocking, and pants cut slightly below the knee on this side. The right side had a man’s shoe and full length pants. He frequently carried a purse on the “female” side. His activity was removing the free papers and throwaway ad rags from their newsboxes and tearing them up and scattering them, which he did energetically all day in a pretty large territory. He never spoke.
  • The Beverly Hills Skate Ninja: West Los Angeles and Beverly Hills. This guy wore an all-black outfit with his head wrapped in black cloth as well, creating a combo ninja/mummy effect. Sometimes the wrapping bits would partially come loose and stream behind him. He was always on inline skates and would swoop down sidewalks at great speed, occasionally stopping to pirouette or make expansive Modern Dance Gestures with his hands. Very occasionally he would lose it and do this in the street, and the cops would have to scoot him back onto the sidewalk. At times he carried a large boom box which played whatever was on the radio, indiscriminately.
  • Kung Fu Bob Marley: A Westwood resident. He was tall and skeletally thin, with long full dreadlocks. He did look quite a bit like Bob Marley. Usually he just muttered and strode about the streets, occasionally asking for money or cigarettes. Periodically, though, it was Kung Fu Time. He would then attack various invisible targets, barking and screaming and punching and kicking. When he calmed down again, he was a very pleasant person. I had a number of conversations with him about Life and Stuff during his calm periods.
  • The Santa Cruz Viking: I only saw this guy maybe three times, but it was every time I visited Santa Cruz for a while. He wore a Viking helmet (with horns) and twice he had a big wooden sword thingy. He yelled a bit and whacked things with the sword. At the time I thought “How wacky and fun!” but I found out later that he was a genuine danger and actually Viked people at times. Whoops.
  • Yell About Foreigners Lady: A bus resident in L.A. She would holler constantly about the foreigners, and how they were going to get her and put her in a death camp. I made the false assumption that she was safe because she was loud. Sometimes she would walk down the middle of Hollywood Blvd. yelling, but mostly she was on the bus. One day, on the #2 Bus down Santa Monica Blvd., she pulled out a .357 revolver and killed a guy for being foreign. The SWAT team shot her a couple hours later. Glad I wasn’t on the #2 that day!
  • Psalm WTF Lady: An occasional bus person. Elderly woman, very skinny, with her hair in a bun. Wore a granny dress. Around her neck on a rope was a long sign that covered the front of her body, which read something like “LORD AS I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP, HEAR MY PRAYER AND PROTECT ME AND GUARD ME IN EVERY WAY FROM JESUS WITH HIS HUGE DILDO.”

A side note: Shadow boxing schizophrenia victims on the street always do kung fu. Always. What did these guys do before Asian martial arts were known in the west? Marquess of Queensberry Boxing Rules? Not enough kicking and yelling.

Once again it’s time to update

I’d like to thank all of you in advance for keeping pace with the changes as we grow and transition. Here are the latest talking points and key concepts we’re stressing. Please stay informed, stay on message, and keep these issues and topics at the forefront of your discussions with others.

  • Immunity for undersea condominium associations.
  • Rogue notaries.
  • Individually packaged cartoon-themed snack-sized yogurt-based desserts and NAFTA; let’s keep America on top.
  • Kitsch abatement: the gloves come off.
  • Secure picnics.
  • The promise and menace of automated day care.
  • Anus bleaching in our schools.
  • Nonlethal immobilizing foam weapons for theme restaurants.
  • Bad pie.

Feel free to contact us if you have any questions or comments, but let’s keep a unified front and a consistent message!

Return to the Palace with me…

The Panther Palace, that is. West Costa Mesa’s sexiest sex club for sex, home of swingers from all of central coastal Orange County, where the affable Gordy runs the show. I think I’ve mentioned the place before. It’s locally notorious, because this is generally a very unsexy part of the world. No worries, there’s no titillation to be found chez Gordy.

http://www.pantherpalace2000.com/

Please note the least sexy sex swing ever, the overstuffed video room, and the art-filled front room.

Some sample quotes from the horrified Internet Residents to whom I introduced this place tonight:

TorgoTen: “This is my drawing of where the aliens/CIA took us for the ‘poontang rendition’.”

eyeteeth: I can’t stop looking at it. It is seriously the least arousing thing I have ever seen.

fimmtiu: If you’re running a sex club and you can’t afford leather accoutrements, you’re in the wrong business.

WilliamLadislaw: I rigged up sexier digs for my old Pentium II web server.

eclipsetuliphead: are those dirty tube socks??

DRUGS part 2

I forgot to mention the really funny part about this drug. It’s called Adderall, and the package with the magic card on it noted that I was joining the ADDERALL ACHIEVERS!! Which of course reminded me of the Coffee Achievers ads from the 80s.

But the best part was that the box contained not only an infotational booklet about being an Adderall Achiever and how this drug was going to fix my life, but an Adderall Achievers FRIDGE MAGNET! The doctor didn’t believe me at first about this. “They put a what in there?”

So, even if this stuff doesn’t do jack for me I still get a fridge magnet. If things go well, it’ll go next to the Zeppelin Bread one. If poorly, it goes in the section of the fridge full of failed dot com fridge magnets.

DRUG CRAZED CRAZY GUY ON CRAZY DRUGS FOR HIS CRAZINESS

I got my first ever prescription for a controlled substance today. It was kind of neat looking at all the crazy security features on the prescription pad. It was a sample but they can’t have samples of controlled substances, so the doctor gave me a magic card. On the card is a phone number which I called. After punching in various numbers I was told the card was “activated” and I went to the pharmacy and gave it to them with my super secure prescription, and then I got my drugs for free.

It’s a stimulant that’s supposed to help with my ADD issues. Apparently the main drug abuse problem with this stuff isn’t tweakers, but college kids studying.

Patio maniac #32352: the 30something counselor guy with the old laptop and the staring eyes.

Tonight on the patio we were BSing with Angel and she pointed out this guy whose name I don’t know, but who has been at D’s constantly for years. All I know about him is that he’s some kind of government psychiatric worker. She said he had been constantly staring at her for three years. (Angel is 19.)

Admittedly Angel is not only pretty, but the kind of pretty that guys stare at. She’s aware of this and a pleasant tolerant sort of person so she doesn’t sweat it usually.

But, the whole three years of staring thing was bad. He only had spoken to her once, not there but at a random gas station encounter, and he asked her out and she said no.

My only observation about the guy is that he rarely spoke and is pretty tightly wrapped, and occasionally does peculiar things, like recently when he sprinted after some pyramid scheme dorks who were selling tooth whitener in order to make sure to get their sales pitch before they left. Anyway.

After about 20 minutes of intense staring, he came over and made small talk with her tonight, not acknowledging any of the other friends of hers sitting at the table. I was just about to over-effusively introduce myself when he finally left.

Counselor/stalker guy had a girlfriend for about a week recently and they were all cuddly, but I haven’t seen her for a couple weeks. Hope she’s not in the crawl space.