there are a lot of benefits to playing the fool
if you walk down the street pretending you are retarded (drooling, limping) or crazy (mumbling to yourself and twitching), muggers will be quite averse to approaching you.
if you acting drugged up, naive, or just permanently confounded, people will give you discounts ("um...all i have is a six. i could scroung around in my car for some pennies. i may have 140 of them..." "no, thats ok. six is fine.")
if you happen to be named Claudius, acting like an ignorant klutz can save your life and one day make you emperor of Rome.
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on a more "randomness in la" note, thou i be not in la at the moment, i had to share an experience that happened two nights before i left. i went to a party, consisting entirely of members of a jewish sorority and their boytoy lackeys, but thats not the story. no, i parked two houses away, on the street, monmouth, and as i got out of the car, noticed a giant iron plaque edifice jutting up from the grass. on it was written, "The historical home of Adlei Stevenson." I looked at the house, where another plaque with the same inscription hung proudly next to the door. My companion asked me who Adlei was. Come oooon!! Two time Democratic presidential loser. egghead stevenson. the poor man who lost to the incomprehensibly likeable Ike. Winner are annoying. I was reminded of my plans to collect memorabilia from all the presidential losers in history. McGovern buttons, Stevenson fliars, Dukakis banners. I already have a nice start with my "never taking it down" Howard Dean sticker on my bumper. YeHAWWW.
so, yes. go to a party in south central, end up at the home of a historic presidential loser. such is life. i can't wait to return to bizarre la.
oh, and i'll be in tucson tomorrow. for a few days. lets kiss it up!
if you acting drugged up, naive, or just permanently confounded, people will give you discounts ("um...all i have is a six. i could scroung around in my car for some pennies. i may have 140 of them..." "no, thats ok. six is fine.")
if you happen to be named Claudius, acting like an ignorant klutz can save your life and one day make you emperor of Rome.
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on a more "randomness in la" note, thou i be not in la at the moment, i had to share an experience that happened two nights before i left. i went to a party, consisting entirely of members of a jewish sorority and their boytoy lackeys, but thats not the story. no, i parked two houses away, on the street, monmouth, and as i got out of the car, noticed a giant iron plaque edifice jutting up from the grass. on it was written, "The historical home of Adlei Stevenson." I looked at the house, where another plaque with the same inscription hung proudly next to the door. My companion asked me who Adlei was. Come oooon!! Two time Democratic presidential loser. egghead stevenson. the poor man who lost to the incomprehensibly likeable Ike. Winner are annoying. I was reminded of my plans to collect memorabilia from all the presidential losers in history. McGovern buttons, Stevenson fliars, Dukakis banners. I already have a nice start with my "never taking it down" Howard Dean sticker on my bumper. YeHAWWW.
so, yes. go to a party in south central, end up at the home of a historic presidential loser. such is life. i can't wait to return to bizarre la.
oh, and i'll be in tucson tomorrow. for a few days. lets kiss it up!