In 2013 the Nobel prize for literature went to some homeless dude named Gary. The rumor was that many of the Nobel judges were friends who enjoyed annual vactions together. High on designer drugs in Las Vegas one year they supposedly found themsleves entranced for hours by ‘dramatic readings’ of a street busker named Gary. Hot Rod Gary Wiliamsonson as he called himself, was not even an actual author, but the judges stated that his literature was is the old tradition of storytellers and wandering minstrels.
Ol Gary blew through the 10 million Swedish Kronen prize, the equivalent of 1.3 million US, in about 2 weeks. He held onto the medal for almost a year until he, “Lost it to some whores down on 12th Street” An American scholar from Long Island by the name of Erik Johnson followed Williamsonson around for a few weeks and transcribed his ‘stories’ into a book called “This Fudge Aint That Hot.” The book contained mostly short non coherent phrases that Gary would shout/chant at passersby on the street and in local dive bars, all while holding out an empty cup for change. A method that Johnson observed was highly effective because, “He would shout a phrase at them until they produced at least a dollar.” Below are a few samples of Williansonson’s literature.
“Did you see the tits on that Iguana?”
“Fuck your partner - 600% HARDER!!!”
“What the fuck are sharks?!”
“Holy shit this is wet.”
“I’ll ask the general…”
