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It's My Story.
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It's My Story.
As Pez Outlaw I think that I have learned the most from people that I do not speak to anymore.
A tutorial by one of these people prepared me for the past decade.
New situations arise now & because of these people I understand & am not confused.
In that regard I am grateful.
The last setback cost another 5yrs.
I just did the math.
25yrs x 3hrs per day working on the Pez Outlaw project = 2.5yrs working 24hrs per day nonstop.
Success, the moment is so intoxicating.
Tell you what though, I'd sure like to get my hands on the guy that decided it takes 25yrs to achieve overnight success.
Did the clock start in 1998 or 2003?
Am I there or 5yrs away?
You teach yourself what you need to know and do your best to acquire the skills you need.
This time has been a real Bword, I had to teach myself how to be a halfway decent writer.
The verdict is still out on that one.
Same as before I spent the first 15yrs working on the wrong thing.
Just so I'd get to the point that I could see the real thing just off to the left.
How we got here isn't important, we're here now thank God.
The first time I thought it was toys, McDonalds, cereal boxes and it was Pez all along.
This time I thought it was Pez Outlaw Diary, Cereal Box Price Guide or EW-ME.
Silly Rabbit it's Notes From The Asylum.
The mechanism this time around is really foreign to me.
Facebook, twitter, blogging, livestreaming and podcasts.
None are comfortable, but you adapt or die.
After 1998 I became a recluse.
I wouldn't talk on phones or allow anyone to take my picture.
Now I pose 7 at a whack and livestream on facebook.
Sometimes I don't even recognize myself or who I must be.
You try everything so that you've missed nothing.
The goal is everything.
For this one I had to cut myself in half.
Pez Outlaw is the person you all see.
I'm the other guy, the one on the tractor.
This all works out pretty good, I will admit though to some nervousness when I schedule something Big.
Will Pez Outlaw show up, So I don't have to flail my way through it.
So far so good, Pez Outlaw turns up at the last minute n bails me out.
I always forgive Pez Outlaw for his tardiness.
He sure is a charming, handsome Bastard.
It just dawned on me that I instinctively write in twitter bites.
I guess I do have a writing style after all.
Pez Outlaw facebook livestream
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And In Case You Missed It The First Hundred Times I Mentioned It?
Excerpt from “The Pez Outlaw,” Playboy, April 2015
By Jeff Maysh
A 1993 toy convention changed Steve’s life forever. As he tells it, a mysterious woman opened her jacket and showed him a Silver Glow Pez, a Holy Grail for Pez collectors.
She whispered to him in broken English, “There are many more where I come from.”
“Where did you get it?” asked Steve, hypnotized.
“Direct from factory in Slovenia,” she whispered.
“Where?”
“All you need to know is Kolinska.”
Steve had never left North America because of his intense fear of
flying, but he agreed to go after being prodded by Joshua. They emptied
their savings accounts, ordered emergency passports and on January 2,
1994 soared over the Swiss Alps in a twin-prop plane. “The pilot left
the controls to serve drinks, and the turbulence was unreal,” Joshua
recalls. His terrified father turned green.
It was worth it. In their minds, the streets of Slovenia would be
paved with priceless Pez dispensers. Kolinska turned out to be the name
not of a town but of a nondescript packaging facility. Joshua, the
teetotaling star of his high school’s drama club and a resident advisor
in college, drove them over Ljubljana’s romantic bridges and out of
Slovenia’s capital.
It was a rare adventure for the father and son. “Dad would work so
long and hard that he often fell asleep and crashed the truck. It was a
struggle for him to make enough money for the family,” Joshua says. “He
wasn’t an approachable guy.” Kathy had realized years earlier that
Joshua had inherited his father’s obsessive nature: The teenager bought
M&Ms wholesale and undercut the Boy Scouts’ prices, adding to his
college savings.
But Kolinska was not the Pez jackpot the Americans had envisioned.
The warehouse owners explained that they had a few pieces for sale, but
the real Pez nirvana was a plastics plant in Ormoz˘, Slovenia, where the
dispensers were manufactured. The factory bordered Croatia, however,
where a war for independence was raging. “You should not go there,” they
warned.
Steve couldn’t be dissuaded.
“Which way is it?”
The 100-mile-long freeway to Ormoz˘ was one of the most dangerous
routes in Europe, and the Glews crisscrossed perilously high bridges and
dodged horse-drawn carts. When they arrived in Ormoz˘ the industrial
smog was so thick they could barely see the two-story building, further
obscured by tall pine trees.
A worker led Steve and Joshua across a catwalk suspended above the
factory floor. Below them, thermoplastic machines roared and hissed,
producing dispensers with a satisfying thump-thump-thump. “The
repetition and sheer volume of product was hypnotizing for guys like
us,” recalls Joshua. In a secret laboratory a worker smoked a tiny
cigarette while hunched over the latest Pez creations. A starstruck
Joshua asked for his autograph, and the embarrassed worker said he “felt
like Elvis.” They all laughed, and the worker’s code name was born.
“Elvis was a frustrated genius, a wild card who was always doing
experiments with Pez,” recalls Steve. “But his bosses in Austria always
rejected them. I told him that in America, collectors would go nuts for
these experiments.”
In this plastic Valhalla, shelves overflowed with prototypes and a
cast of rejected characters. Steve sweated with excitement: The pursuit
of Pez had now taken over his life. A leading expert on
compulsive-collecting disorders, Mark McKinley describes this behavior
as “repetitive acquisition syndrome.” “Extreme collecting is a
psychopathological form of collecting,” he says, and it can even result
in “breaking laws, hurting people, going to the poor house.”
Steve ordered Joshua to fetch the cash from their car, telling him,
“Bring it all. Just bring it all.” As Joshua crossed the catwalk, alone
and invisible to the workers below, he danced a happy dance all the way
over.
Elvis showed Steve a Santa Claus dispenser with a black face. “I
nearly fell over,” says Steve. Pez bosses had scrapped the idea, but
Steve knew that Black Santa was the Pez de résistance. He bought as many
as he could carry, filling a military sack with them and a trove of
other plastic treasures.
So when the Austrian guards stopped Steve and Joshua at the Hungarian
border and threatened to confiscate the toys, the Glews fled east to
Budapest, bringing their Black Santas with them. Back in the U.S. the
dispensers sold for hundreds of dollars each, and Steve vowed to return
to Europe, next time with serious money.
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Do you have to hold the back of your head when you sneeze?
No reason, just asking.
The wind blew 1/4 of the rain gutter off last night.
Guess what I getta do this afternoon?
After Pez Outlaw, I intend to retire.
Pez Corporate Fraud, Pez Color War, Restitution.
