The first time I ever saw Wee Man's bare hammy ass was in the spring of 1993. Earl Parker and I had been dispatched from the offices of Big Brother magazine, then located in the toxic Mayberry of El Segundo, California, to hang out with Wee and Heavy Metal Chuck for an afternoon in Torrance. We went to a duck pond, a backyard pool, and eventually a mall, where he dropped his pants on an escalator. Even then he had airs of being a Lord of the South Bay, and, mark my words, he may just turn out to be the future Sonny Bono of Redondo Beach, California.
Remarkably, I still recall the second time I witnessed his bare bottom ... it was at The Whisky on Sunset Blvd., circa 1994–95. This may have taken place during a Pennywise show, but this may also just be my imagination making it out to be more of a South Bay event then it really was. All I definitely do know is that I was seated up on the second level with Jeff Tremaine when Wee Man found his way onstage below, about-faced, and mooned the crowd, slapping his meaty cheeks for all their worth.
What does any of this have to do with the new year about to break upon us and possibly take a liver or two with it? Shit the fuck if I know. But while searching for that picture perfect Dickhouse image to herald the arrival of 2012, this shot of Wee Man floating in full Porky Pig regalia with airborne wieners galore just seemed to scream, "F' YES!" (The next shot in this sequence screamed something else entirely as nothing was left to the imagination once the frank 'n' beans came into full-frontal view.)
Asses to asses, cuss to cuss. Here's to a new year filled with butts. Cheers!
(Photo by Sean Cliver; California 2010)