This Sucks
The kind of morning that comes after a DUI
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About Dave Guest
Imagination is expressed through art. For Dave Guest, art is a class he slept through. Ask Dave when was the last time he read a book and chances are he’ll mention The Polar Express from third grade. Dave’s artistic abilities were hiding beneath his daily epiphanies. Every issue he encounters requires a break-through explanation chock full of details. Through his vivid explanations of life questions we all take for granted, we find an artist in a man who doesn’t read nor engage in anything considered intellectual. Dave finds it interesting that he never vomits; watch how he turns his curiosity into an explanation of epic proportions.
Life in Shorts
Sometimes briefs are better
As I walked briskly down a mostly empty street in Manhattan at midnight, I approached a homeless man laying on the sidewalk in front of a church. I maintained my hustled stride and greeted him with a genuine but hurried “hey buddy, how are you tonight?” His response made me smile. “Slow down” he said, “you already know how to dance.”
I was exiting my local grocery store on Friday afternoon when I was approached by two small, adorable girl scouts selling cookies. “Buy a box?” they implored. “It’s for a good cause!” It dawned on me that not only could I not reach my wallet due to the heavy 30 pack of Coors Light in my arms, but I had also overdrawn my account to purchase said case. No thanks, little girls, I thought. For I have instead elected to spend my disposable income on liquid self-esteem, voluntary memory loss and a one-way ticket to hell. So I put my head down and rushed, wordlessly, to my car. And I’m not sorry. It was an awesome weekend.
I was editing a friend’s story where he compared some chick he hooked up with to a whiny little girl. Naturally, I wanted to include a video that showcased a little girl throwing a temper tantrum. So off to YouTube I went. “Kids throwing fits,” “Little girls screaming why,” and “Girl throws a nasty tantrum” were included in my search phrases. Then I stumbled upon something special. It was a video of the chubbiest child I’ve ever seen singing a song. If you watch closely, you’ll notice that he looks like a midget wearing a chubby kid suit… because there is no way a kid like this really exists. It just can’t be.