The Cheap Agony Of Ugly George

The Cheap Agony of Ugly GeorgepersonalityIt's like I'm walking across South Central Neptune. Trudge and extra trudge, shees. The video-tape-camera Porta-pak lolls on my back, unwieldy as a 100-pound moron papoose. I'm panting. Above my left ear, this loopy, weird plastic microphone dish is in constant rotation. Could be a mad sunflower chasing headlights on Route 66. To my right--well, to my right, I can't see at all, because of the Sony-camera snout. I'm gonna get blind-sided, I know it, by a S...