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The No-Name Orangutan

So yesterday I had the most delightful day out with my girlie. First we went to the Mermaid Parade at Coney Island and hung out with our friend Colyn at the ocean in the sun and shade. Then after a ride through the haunted house, a walk past the freak show, some horrible pizza and all the island’s oddities Bobby (yes, that’s her name) and I took the train back to midtown and got some decent pizza and hung at Union Square, and what a fuckin’ day it was at the Square yesterday!

There were Peepers, and Gravers and baby scenesters, and the Garbage King, and Ram and everyone who comes to the park to entertain me and my darling.

But by far the highlight of the visit for me was when one of the Gravers whom I am quite familiar with from over the past 6 years finally, after many threats and promises to Skater Bob, got the nerve to confront me about his photograph on my site (Amazing Strangers pg 62 “The Evil Twin of Spring Love.”)

Ever since I first found out this particular Graver has been going up to Skater Bob and telling him he doesn’t know if he wants to shake my hand or punch me in the face and he’s got 15 guys who are after me, I have been referring to him as the Orangutan, because he looks like a fucking Orangutan! And the Orangutan has a long history of making a spectacle of himself around town.

Anyhow, the long overdue meeting happened yesterday evening and it was priceless. He started off saying “hey Bob, you don’t know me, but I’m on your site and I wanted to tell you a couple things,” or something to that effect. (if anyone who was there cares to remind me how this all went down your recollections are welcome, ie Bobby, Richie Rich, Trash & Vaudeville graver, Orangutan, whoever).

I said hello to him and asked him his name to which he replied, “I don’t want you to know my name,” then he said to me “you have a couple pictures of me on your site and I am going to ask you to remove them. I’m in a band and I can’t have pictures like that out there.”

To which I replied, “First of all, if you’re gonna come to Union Square and make a spectacle of yourself you better expect to be made a spectacle of.”

Then he said, “I have a question for you. Do you even know where the word Graver comes from?!”

Jesus Christ! Do I know where the word Graver comes from??

“Yes I do. It’s a goth raver.”

“Okay, so maybe you know that…”

“I know all about you guys, from back when you were the Order of the Dragon gang at the Cube…”

“Yeah, I know. You’ve been around since The Cube. We weren’t a gang. It was a group of us that…”

“But I read what was written on that electrical box and you were a gang! Okay, you were a club.”

“We weren’t a gang, or a club, it was some of us who…”

“You sounded like a gang to me picking a fight with the ravers. I’ll tell you one thing, I’ll believe that electrical box before I believe you! And now you’re all in the Union Square FightClub! I read it in the paper!”

“We’re not fight club! We never called ourselves that!”

“But I saw it right there in the papers! UNION SQUARE FIGHT CLUB it said!”

“It’s not a fight club!”

“Yeah, I know. And the Order of the Dragon isn’t a gang and you’re not a graver and fight club isn’t fight club.”

So that went on for a bit, me trying to confuse the matter and such. He preceded to tell me how he’d talked to Skater Bob about he didn’t know whether to… “Yeah yeah, I know. ‘Shake my hand or punch me in the face.’ Bob’s kept me up-to-date with all the messages you told him to tell me.”

My gf, Bobby, started to get a little riled by his empty threat to maybe one day punch me and pretty much was ready to kick his ass herself. Then he told me to remove his pictures off the site again, and that’s when I felt the need to lecture him.

“Listen. You cannot expect to come out to the park like this and make a spectacle of yourself with your Fightclubbing and Order of the Dragon gangs, and not have a sense of humor enough about yourself to get your balls busted. “

“I do have a sense of humor about myself but…”

“Not if you’re telling me to take down a picture I took of you.”

“Well, I also need to have it taken down because I’m in a band and they reserve the rights to my pictures.”

“And your label might sue me if I keep the picture posted?”

“Suing you would be unnecessary…”

“Oh, c.mon.”

“And just so you know we’re putting a YouTube video about you on the internet to see how you like it!”

“Haha! I love it! I would love if you did that!”

“What do you do anyhow? Sit and take picture at the park all day?”

“You think I wouldn’t adore having you guys go through the trouble of making a video of me? And just so you know I also sell Jesus magnets on the internet,” I said quite cockily.

So finally, after he saw I wasn’t gonna stop with the lectures about him not being able to take a ball busting, he reached out to shake my hand and said, “So I’m gonna do what I said I was gonna do. Shake your hand and say “Fuck You,” and he walked away.

And I said. “You better get a sense of humor about yourself. I’m not gonna ask you to take your ‘fuck you’ back. I don’t care!”

And he was gone.

It was neat.

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Realizing you’re The Authentic Skateboarder

funny skateboarding flyer
Authentic Skateboarder flyer that we handed out at the square in 2008

So here’s the story. You know page 54 of Amazing Strangers? The one with the skater guy and above him it says “ANATOMY OF AN AUTHENTIC SKATEBOARDER” Well, on Friday I made a flyer out of that to give to skaters, and Skater Bob had said that it’d be totally hilarious to pass those around Union and wherever else he might be skating. This is what it looked like.

We’ve been handing them out all weekend, and some skaters got it, some thought it was “bullshit” and threw them out, and a lot more just didn’t want to read them or whatever. But over all most people laughed and thought they were hilarious. I musta handed out 150 of them between me, Skater Bob and several other skater friends.

Authentic Skateboarder
Authentic Skateboarder

So this evening I’m sitting there at Union and my friend Greg (18, but looks 15) told me that he’d handed them all out and he needed more because people were loving them. I gave him another stack and he rolls over and gives them to some other friends of his, then out of nowhere comes the guy who’s actually THE GUY featured in the flyer, and he sits down on the steps between me and where Greg is handing them out about 30 feet away. Let me clarify here that when I took that picture that was the first time I’d ever seen him anywhere, and him walking up this evening was the second time I’ve ever seen him! And it’s so obviously him! He’s got the longboard, same pants, and face and everything! And Greg, without even thinkin’ just hands him one because he’s got a longboard. So I motioned for Greg to come over and I tell him “That’s THE guy!” And we both start laughin’!

Now, the guy’s holding onto it but hasn’t looked at it yet because he’s chattin’ away on his cellphone. He’s just sittin on the steps holding the flyer in his left hand, and the phone in the other.

Then he hangs up the phone and glances down at it. He must have starred at that thing for like 15 minutes, front and back, then the front again! Then over each shoulder and back at it again and back over each shoulder looking for whoever it was who’d just handed it to him! Of course Greg was crouched behind me thinking he was gonna get his ass kicked or something. Then the guy picks up his cell phone and starts reciting the flyer to whoever’s on the other end.

“Chest hair. Lots and lots of chest hair. In fact, there’s hair everywhere, tits, belly, back, ass. Skater’s are all about the body hair everywhere! No dude, it’s makin’ fun of me! It’s like some flyer for a skate shop or something and it’s makin’ fun of me!”

Authentic Skateboarder diagram

So I got up and went and sat right next to him so I could get the whole story, and he of course doesn’t know who the hell I am. And he keeps reciting it: “Flip flops. Every NYC skater knows this. It’s so basic. If you’re skatin’ you’re wearin’ your flip flops. A no brainer! I don’t know! They mustuv taken the photo last week! No dude, IT’S ME! I AM ON THIS FLYER AND IT’S MAKING FUN OF ME!” Like the person on the other end wasn’t grasping the full picture as of yet.

So then he gets up and walks a few steps over and starts asking the other skaters if they know who’s handing these things out, waving it around and shit. It was funny too because they all had them as well and they all knew it was me just sitting there a few feet away. But none of them are snitches. They just said, “I dunno. That’s you? Heh heh, I wouldn’t be shouting that so loud. Heh heh.” like they were kind of embarrassed for him. Then he’s on the phone again sayin’ that he’s gonna scan the park and find the kid who handed it to him, but Greg had long since skated away into hiding. Towards the end he did say “I dunno. I’m kinda honored to be on this, you know?” Couple seconds.. “Some guy called Normal Bob Smith. It looks like he takes pictures of people at Union then uses them to promote his site. All I know is I’m going to his site tonight!”

And he got up and walked away with his longboard in hand.

It was a really fun thing, as you can imagine. I love making shit happen like this. Makes life much more interesting than just sitting around.

Baiting Fundies w/God Is Fake flyers

man with Crucified Satan tattoos
Normal Bob Smith’s Crucified Satan tattoos

So the night before last I was at Union Square, and as I was sitting there on the steps these 3 guys come up and one of them says “Hey! We’ve seen those tattoos somewhere before! Where have I seen those?” So I handed him a GOD IS FAKE and said “You might have seen it on the backs of these before?”

Sure enough, they had, and then they all got very chummy and he asked what it meant and how I felt about it (I have crucified Satan’s tattooed on my arms). So then after I told them how I thought it was just funny sarcasm saying “Crucify Satan!” he smiled and said, “Do you want to know why your tattoos interested me so much?” I’m not sure what I said to that. I think I said “Why does it interest you so much?” knowing what his answer was going to be. And sure enough, he said “Because I happen to be a Christian.” with a bet-you-didn’t-see-that-comin smile on his face.

Of course I faked like they had totally caught me red-faced and it led to a good 2 hour conversation with them versus me. The details are many, but I wanted to tell a few of the interesting moments that occurred during those 2 hours.

First of all, the main guy, I forget his name, so let’s call him Joe. Joe, who clearly was the leader of these guys (who were all in their mid twenties) assured me that if I were to talk with him a while I wouldn’t hear the same-ol’ same-ol’ like I had from other “crazy Christians” in my past. I assured him that I probably would, but was more than happy to talk with all 3 of them for as long as they wanted (“Until the sun comes up tomorrow morning” is how I worded it. I really do love having these conversations face to face).

One of his first arguments was making a circle with his arms, fingers touching, and asking me to imagine that this circle contained all of the knowledge of the universe. I knew already where he was going with this. Then he made the “okay” finger-gesture with his hand and said “and let’s say this is all of your knowledge here in this bigger circle. That’s more than 10%, so you’re happy with that, huh? That’s not bad for just one person, huh?”

I agreed.

So then he waved his hand over all of the remaining area of the larger circle and said, “And this 90% here is everything you don’t know! And that’s a lot of room for information about God to be, huh?”

And that’s where he stopped, impressing most others who fell victim to that analogy. So I went directly to the Flying Spaghetti Monster. I said to Joe “Joe, have you ever heard of the Flying Spaghetti Monster?”

“Ha, ha! No!” He said

“Well, he’s a very real thing, and he created everything. From the earth and the stars, to you and me!”

“Haha!” He laughed. “I don’t think so! You’re not ever gonna convince me of that!”

And I said, “Joe, do you see this circle I’m making with my arms?”

“I sure do!” Joe replied.

“Well Joe, let’s say that this is all the knowledge of the universe. Okay?”

“All right.” He said, like he had not a clue where I was going with this. Seriously.

“And let’s say this is your knowledge” Making a circle with my index finger and thumb. “That’s like 10% of all knowledge. Not bad for one guy, right? You okay with that?” I said.

“Sure. Okay?” Joe replied.

“Well Joe, this whole other 90% of what you don’t know is where the Flying Spaghetti Monster is! I assure you he’s real, and that’s my proof.”

That slammed the door hard on that argument. But that didn’t stop ol’ Joe.

So then after him spouting some more useless dribble from the bible, I stopped him and said “Hey Joe, you wanna know something scary that I heard recently?” Like I was about to tell him some dirty gossip about some other religion besides Christianity that he and I could laugh at together. I leaned in and said “Did you know that there are actually Christians out there who think that when you and I and the rest of the human race destroy ourselves, when we blow ourselves up and destroy all of civilization, there are Christians out there who think that it won’t be a bad thing! In fact, they think it will be a wonderful, glorious event because that’s when their Messiah will hoover down from the clouds and raise up all who believed in him to paradise while everyone else burns here on earth. No kiddin’! They really think that and look forward to the end of of the world!”

Joe pulled back a bit and started to talk about something else. But I interrupted and said “No, you’re not listening! These believers in Jesus Christ actually want the human race to destroy itself just so that this moment will happen! Do you hear what I’m saying?”

Joe then said “Yes, I do look forward to Armageddon! And I’m not ashamed to say it! But you’re not understanding what…”

And I shouted out “WHAT!?!? Are you sitting there smiling, saying that you’re looking forward to Armageddon!?! I am so disturbed right now, I’m speechless!”

Even his two cohorts seemed a little shocked by what I had just pointed out!

“No no no! You’re not letting me finish! It’s a good thing, if you think about it. It…”

“What!?!?” I cried. “You’ve got to be kidding me! The end of civilization is a good thing!??! Ail of these people dead?” waving my hand around at Union Square. “This is what your religion teaches? And you can’t see why I’m against it? You’re sounding like one of those Islamic Militants! The destruction of the human race a good thing!??!?!”

And again, Joe was getting quite shaken by my focusing on these small details as if they were important. But the one that broke Joe’s back was while he was trying to explain to me God’s perfect Word I interjected with “Perfect Word? Did you know that there’s passages in the bible which tell parents to stone their children to death if they disobey?”

“Oh, you’re taking that out of context!”

“I am??” I said. “I assure you that in Deuteronomy God gives direct and unalterable orders for parents whose children disobey once should be scolded, and the second time the child disobeys they should stone him to death!”

Joe clearly knew that the passage existed. “Yes, you’re taking that out of context!”

“Please, Joe” I begged, “put it in context for me! Please make it make sense! I must know!”

“Those were different times!”

“What?? It was a time when it was appropriate to stone children to death??”

“No! But it was a social norm that God didn’t go against yet so that he could get his bigger message across first!”

Okay, I know Joe was caught off guard and confused. So were his two friends who also were anxiously awaiting Joe’s explanation. An explanation Joe couldn’t come up with. So then he said he had to go to the bathroom and left, saying he’d be back shortly. He never returned. Instead, when he did come back, he stood about 40 feet from us waiting for his buddies to finish up so they could all leave. But before they did they too tried to explain how the sanctioning of child murder could occur in a perfect book by God.

And then the strangest explanation for this came out of guy #2’s head, let’s call him Monty. Monty explained it like this. He said, “You know how a painter might have a muse? Someone who inspires the painting he’s working on?” Then Monty motioned to my friend Christine who was with me and said “Imagine that I’m working on a painting and your friend here is my muse. She is the inspiration for the painting I am doing. Now my painting isn’t perfect. It’s still a beautiful painting, but there are some mistakes. There are paint strokes that are off, and some colors here and there that don’t totally match.”

“Okay?” I said, not yet understanding where he was headed.

“And then imagine that when the painting is complete the muse looks at it and thinks it is beautiful but she too sees the mistakes and doesn’t like a few of the finer details, but overall loves the painting.”

I had to admit to Monty that I didn’t understand. “Is God the painter?” I asked. Because God had been the painter in another analogy they’d presented an hour earlier.

“No. God is the Muse!” Monty said. “The painters of the bible were inspired by God, but made some mistakes here and there which God disapproves of. But over all the bible is perfect!”

This is where I will end this blog, because shortly after this moment they all had to go. But it reminded me of a statement I had heard Dawkins quote on how the shame isn’t that religion makes bad people do bad things, but instead how it can make a good person do bad things. Or something close to that.

Anyhow, that’s a fun Friday night for one such as me.

No Light Tonight

Comic about my ex-roommate
Comic about my ex-roommate

Can I mention how one thing piles onto another, and then another and another until there’s too much in just one day? Electricity going out again, and just after it went out a week before and blew out my surge protector and my desktop computer, and now it’s out again and has probably repeated the tragedy this afternoon, and I have a roommate who refuses to pay rent but stays anyhow and thinks that for some reason she’s entitled to a rent free life because it seems fair? Not sure the logic on that, because there is no logic with her. I mean him. I mean fuck. It’s like living with the Grim Reaper.

Comic about my ex-roommate
Comic about my ex-roommate

Can I stress to you how not ever getting laid compounds the matter ten fold? Bob said he will throw himself off the Stanton Island Ferry when no one wants to have sex with him anymore like Spaulding Grey. I can see that. And in the same breath he tells me I should be getting laid every night according to what he sees on the site. That’s what everyone says. I have my excuses.

Alt is dead, and it’s been a consistent source of relaxation and family for me while my home is being held hostage by the crazy-no-rent-payer. Alt has been my office, family, and function. Everything is going away. TLA and ALT both dead.

Comic about my ex-roommate
Comic about my ex-roommate

And my head is getting worse, unable to let go of the hang-ups and move forward with the art. My perception of love is tilting off balance with each loveless day. If you let too many crazy people surround you they will try and spin you dizzy.

Not having the steady love of a lovely takes its toll.

But the future looks bright.

There’s just no light tonight.