I have a few memories from my Kindy/Preschool days.
One was with my lying in a Hammock. I was bored. Really, really terribly bored. I wasn’t such a terrible fan of lying down doing nothing. In retrospect, it was kind of prophetic.
I remember pulling a pin out of the corkboard beside me, and sticking it into the roof of my mouth. Why did I do this? Seriously; I don’t know. To be honest, when I get bored in the presence of inanimate objects, even today, I’m more likely to injure myself than any other time.
And singing, outside with a group performance. It was some kind of an Aussie theme. I know, because I was wearing a cork hat. I remember being confused. I was confused a lot. Perhaps because I was very internalised, in my own little world. Maybe.
In preschool a girl always tried to trip me. It kept me fairly angry towards her. At one point I confronted her friend, and told her that they were being mean to me. She told me it had nothing to do with it.
“But she’s your friend!” I said.
“Ladybugs are my friends,” said she, indicating to the small creature crawling up her finger.
Clearly the man is mad. Not only is he featured as the personification of PCP in the above video, but he wrote all the videos in the I am Drugs series. And it doesn’t end there.
You can find an assortment of Matt Preskenis material over the net. His personal page is here;
His page here also has a piece of information about things Matt likes and doesn’t like. Hopefully he won’t hate me for reproducing this piece verbatim;
If you're going to beg me for money, that's fine.
Hell, you could be my uncle - yeah, that uncle no one in my family talks about until he magically appears every seven years at Christmas...
But even if you're not my uncle, you can ask me for all the money you want.
I may give you some...
I may not...
I have only one comment:
The moment I tell you, "I don't have any money," and you say, "hey, motherfucker, don't make me pull out my gun!", you are no longer begging me for money...
You're robbing me.
This has happened a couple of times.
I know, the world is funny. Call me crazy, but as far as I'm concerned, every time you threaten to shoot me... you're robbing me.
What's funny, is so many times, you don't really have a gun...
And that's just sad.
Now...
I've been robbed.
My friend Alex and I once had a guy stuff a Glock 9mm in my face while we were in search of some late night entertainment in DC, I've had a Polish cop stick an AK-47 in my face until I gave him the equivalent of $27, and I once had a disheveled guy in Houston threaten to pistol-whip me with a Colt 1901 and/or a Heineken bottle and/or some French handcuffs unless I gave him a quarter...
In all of those cases, I coughed up my dough...
But if my bullshit sensors go off, and you say you have a gun, but I KNOW you don't have a gun...
I'll call you out on it.
And you won't know WHAT to say.
Because if you haven't shot me in the thigh by the time I'm laughing at you, you probably won't be shooting me until some time late tomorrow afternoon...
And that's fine with me.
Hell, I'm not fast, but if you give me a good eighteen hours or so? That's plenty of time.
You think I'm kidding, but the last time some random homeless guy threatened me with a non-existent gun (last weekend on Bleecker Street, for anyone keeping track), I got a free chicken kebab out of the whole exchange, after the shop owner realized that I'd solved an entire night's worth of gun-related problems with one quip....
Not a bad deal.
Sad thing was, I was going to give him my change from the kebab.
So there it is. The great Matt Preskenis. If only we could all be like he, writing beautiful prose, kicking invisible gnomes across the land, wandering off into the sunset.
I like Matty Bowen. It’s difficult not to. I’ve been kind of secretly in love with him since some time ago, watching a football game, in extra time, and BAM! He gets it and runs off
ZOOOOOOOOOOOOM… and TRYYYYYYYYYY!!!
OK. So that bit about love was clearly a lie. He’s just cool.
So, the question really needs to be asked, as seeing as I am so ridiculously out of my depth here with trying to write a post about… football of all things; is WHYWHYWHY????
What this came from, you see, was that I was going to try and write about anything that was searched for, that resulted in people coming to my site. And having done that for a while things seemed pretty easy. However, when it came time to discuss Matty Bowen, I drew a blank, and continue to do so. I care not enough about him, or football to write the article.
So what do we have instead? We have a cautionary tale where the moral is; Don’t be afraid to push your own limits – but don’t be everything- that’s why we have Wikipedia.