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I used to live with a biker named Rusty. Actually, my boyfriend lived in his basement and I stayed over there (for a year).

Rusty was admired among friends for his “words of wisdom”. Some would deem them sentence fragments but, among a group of alcoholics around the dining room card table, he was a soothsayer. In one heated political discussion he suggested we cripple our government by not paying taxes. This was followed by applause. For all his engraved faults he was just a good guy with a bad job in a small town. For most people the choice was easy; leave Janesville or… punch in.

Some weren’t aware they had a choice and ended up staying, getting tattoos, and investing in a pool cue. Rusty had fallen victim to Janesville long ago and has since embraced the beer-mirror reality we called home.


Comment from John
Time: August 8, 2008, 11:59 am

Is this part 1 of a possible Rusty anthology? More Rusty!!! Will he ever escape his small town mindset?

Comment from Connor
Time: December 29, 2008, 7:07 pm

Your life sounds very interesting. You might not think so, having lived in a guy like Rusty’s basement, but trust me, to most people there is often no difference between the bizzarely degenerate, the tragically poignant, and the exotically intriguing. You should think about writing comedy sketchs, or a memoir or something to that effect. You’re a damn good writer on top of being a comedian.

P.S. You’re right about it being hard to choose which comedian is your favorite. But every comedian, as is with musicians and authors, strikes a personal chord with a select group of people. For me, your comedy hits home right here (points towards heart).

Comment from Heidi
Time: February 14, 2009, 10:09 am

I live in Beloit- the same rules apply here as well. I think it’s fantastic to have a local representative of the humor in our little small towns.