“It all began with one sarcastic shot of a tatty discarded black doll lying in a Philadelphia ghetto, Brutus squatting nearby. A week later, the doll remained, lightly covered in snow. Brutus recreated the scene.

What ensued was a journey of adventure, each day where would he poop next? There were rules;

1 - Never attempt to stage
2 - Never ask him to poo (though at times I prayed!)

From the shores of Florida to “Maine street,” Brunswick, Maine, where a nervous woman quickly removed her card from the Bank of America ATM as Brutus went to work. I belted,
“BOOOOOM!!
BRUTUS BRUTUS BRUTUS!!”

And then there’s the “flag shot.” Ultimately, I hope it’s
incendiary nature actually breeds some good.

It has been a great, and always, amusing, adventure.

I sincerely hope you enjoy it as well.
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