Apparently he's got his own TV show on Britain's Channel Four now. Other experimental works include some
techno Nazi kittens and a pair of hedgehogs
singing acapella a song of cryptic anatomical vulgarities
"...wouldn't be nobody git up an' feed the chickens! Hee-hee... ever'body jest lay in bed! Jest lay in bed till they ready to git up! Sho', you take a man high on good gage, he got no use for they ole bull-crap, 'cause he done see right through there. Shoot, he lookin' right down into his ver' soul!"
"I ain't never heard nobody talk so dang crazy, C.K."
"Well, you young, boy -- you goin' hear plenty crazy talk 'fore you is a growed man."
Red-Dirt Marijuana and Other Tastes, 1967
Michael Lund, world champion skier. He won the ballet freestyle competition in 1974.
Four years later, he disappeared, hiding from the federal government....
Wait, wait, I left out part of the story. The 37 tons of marijuana, worth $75 million, that he tried to ferry into the U.S.
His personal 61-foot boat was to be the key link in a 9-person smuggling ring....
And then? Twenty-three years pass. He drifts to Santa Barbara, and then Wyoming. He has two children. He earns a pilot's license. He works at a motel....
And then two years ago there was a child support dispute. When he's fingerprinted in court, he's arrested for the 1978 crime. Balding, graying, nearsighted, he faces up to 15 years in prison.
Instead, the judge sentences him to three. He'll be released sometime in 2004...