master blaster
It only takes like 2 seconds for my digital camera to turn on and snap a photo. It seems fast, but when you need a photo fast it can be an eternity. Today was such an occasion.
I was driving down a few side streets on the way to work - which serve as migration trails for the homeless folks near my station. Every morning (and evening) there'll be folks with shopping carts and imaginary friends, making their way to the shelters and wherever.
That's where I first saw Master Blaster.
Imagine seeing the typical homeless people every day in their meth-jacket-garbage-bag couture, and then suddenly you spot someone completely out of the 'norm'.
Master Blaster is such a person. I would've written about him sooner, but I needed to have proof that he existed. I didn't want another repeat of the Neo incident - talking about some crazy character, but never getting photographic evidence.
It was just over a week ago: I was driving along and saw this homeless guy coming down the street, wearing a red kung-fu headband and football shoulder pads. He looked like he just walked out of some awesome early 80's post-apocalyptic movie (in which he would be played by Samuel L. Jackson).
I can easily see this guy having been in a number of adventures all over the earth: fighting ninja zombies in feudal Japan, learning Snake-Fu martial arts from supernatural Vietnam warlords, or possibly battling hordes of vampire demons in a dirty South American prison. This guy rarely talks. He's an enigma. He travels the world, saving small towns in trouble with his signature brand of lead pipe justice.
Who runs Barter Town? Master Blaster runs Barter Town.
Anyway, I was driving along this morning and I spotted him from about a block away. I almost didn't recognize him - he was actually wearing the shoulder pads under his football jersey this time.
BOOM!
Everything around me went into slow-motion-bullet-time. I grabbed my camera and turned it on. The other hand hit the switch for the passenger-side window.
CLICK!
I got the photo. It's not perfect, but it's all I've got. I would've went back for another shot, but I was driving a marked news vehicle and it would've been a little weird to swing back around for another pass.
Doesn't matter. I have a feeling our paths will cross again.
And next time...I'll be ready.
I was driving down a few side streets on the way to work - which serve as migration trails for the homeless folks near my station. Every morning (and evening) there'll be folks with shopping carts and imaginary friends, making their way to the shelters and wherever.
That's where I first saw Master Blaster.
Imagine seeing the typical homeless people every day in their meth-jacket-garbage-bag couture, and then suddenly you spot someone completely out of the 'norm'.
Master Blaster is such a person. I would've written about him sooner, but I needed to have proof that he existed. I didn't want another repeat of the Neo incident - talking about some crazy character, but never getting photographic evidence.
It was just over a week ago: I was driving along and saw this homeless guy coming down the street, wearing a red kung-fu headband and football shoulder pads. He looked like he just walked out of some awesome early 80's post-apocalyptic movie (in which he would be played by Samuel L. Jackson).
I can easily see this guy having been in a number of adventures all over the earth: fighting ninja zombies in feudal Japan, learning Snake-Fu martial arts from supernatural Vietnam warlords, or possibly battling hordes of vampire demons in a dirty South American prison. This guy rarely talks. He's an enigma. He travels the world, saving small towns in trouble with his signature brand of lead pipe justice.
Who runs Barter Town? Master Blaster runs Barter Town.
Anyway, I was driving along this morning and I spotted him from about a block away. I almost didn't recognize him - he was actually wearing the shoulder pads under his football jersey this time.
BOOM!
Everything around me went into slow-motion-bullet-time. I grabbed my camera and turned it on. The other hand hit the switch for the passenger-side window.
CLICK!
I got the photo. It's not perfect, but it's all I've got. I would've went back for another shot, but I was driving a marked news vehicle and it would've been a little weird to swing back around for another pass.
Doesn't matter. I have a feeling our paths will cross again.
And next time...I'll be ready.
7 Comments:
Ha... Bullet Time. Is there a better kind of time?
It's like the search for bigfoot. Except this picture isn't of a guy in a Master Blaster costume. Or is it?
I don't know if getting a "What's the Frequency Kenneth" moment is really worth it - these guys can be scary if provoked.
I was expecting the villain from the awesomely bad 80s toon "Kidd Video."
Yeah, I hear ya. I'm not actually approaching the homeless folks and asking for a photo.
Chris:
I totally remember "Master Blaster"! I was thinking more Mad Max when i named him Master Blaster...might been the big shoulder pads.
It would be better if the football pads had spikes coming out of them, but maybe these are just the casual pads -- for outdoor wear and office settings -- and he dons the spiked ones for battle.
The pants are tucked INTO the cowboy boots... clearly this is not someone to mess with... good call keeping your distance.
:D
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