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“It all began with one sarcastic shot of a tatty discarded black doll lying in a Philadelphia ghetto, Brutus squatting nearby. A week later, the doll remained, lightly covered in snow. Brutus recreated the scene.
What ensued was a journey of adventure, each day where would he poop next? There were rules;
1 - Never attempt to stage
2 - Never ask him to poo (though at times I prayed!)
From the shores of Florida to “Maine street,” Brunswick, Maine, where a nervous woman quickly removed her card from the Bank of America ATM as Brutus went to work. I belted,
“BOOOOOM!!
BRUTUS BRUTUS BRUTUS!!”
And then there’s the “flag shot.” Ultimately, I hope it’s
incendiary nature actually breeds some good.
It has been a great, and always, amusing, adventure.
I sincerely hope you enjoy it as well.
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