Coming across real life stereotypes is exciting, the more exaggerated the better. It feels like being in a movie. For example, I’ve met a number of Jeff Spicolis in my days on the beach. Too much sun, too much surf, too much pot, and they actually say things like ‘Whats up braaa, waves were toootally gnarly today.’ In these walking caricature moments, I often wonder if its really just an actor and there are hidden cameras around somewhere. How does one evolve into this? And are they aware of their status? I think I should at let them know how much pleasure they’re bringing me?
Another such experience occurred in Skid Row, the urban camping capital in downtown LA. On a 3am drunkventure through one of the sketchiest places on the planet, my brother and I ended up interacting with a plethora of crackheads who were right on point with the Chappelle Show character, Tyrone Biggums. Turns out the itching and twitching and powdery white lips is not an exaggeration. Its kinda like when you drive through an old western town and you think, wow, this is just like Universal Studios.
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