Larry Clark

Thrasher Magazine, Oct, 2004 by Tom Schmidt

In case you do not have time to hang around Vine Street in Hollywood and view all the neat friends you can have, there is a new up-and-coming ruler to the area. She looks really goofy; she is a woman about 40, probably, that always carries a big purse and has these big, white, pussy lumps on her feet. She lies right near the pupuseria, where she will alway try to beg for a dollar off of anybody. "Can I have a dollar? A dollar?" she will scream this in your ear. And if she gets one for coffee, then she will try and get another for a cookie. She thinks that the bread I throw on the ground for the birds is trash. When I was getting on the bus she said, "Good morning, Jared." She wanders all up and down Vine Street. You will see her stopping, looking stumped, then continuing on, always bugging people for a dollar in a really idiotic and unattractive fashion, So, on my way up the street today at the corner of Sunset, where my bank is, she's standing there muttering and spouting out a storm. Then I hear her over my shoulder ... She had gone into a lyrical spasm like she was possessed by the devil, her noises and words flying out all over Sunset Boulevard. And when I looked hack at her, her big arms were waving all over and she'd gone into a full lunatic frenzy, blabbering and then throwing her head back and forth. I really would like to pepper spray her some day; I think it would help her. It's kind of hard to explain, but if you ever want to come and visit me I live in a real nice part of town. (Written by Alex Starver).

This is just a snapshot of some of the grotesque reality that few see, even when it's right in front of them. Better than Larry Clark shit, including his lurid photo books.

Tom Schmidt

Hollywood, CA