Excerpt cut from "Rich Boy Cries for Mama"

After years of writing and editing and re-writing and more editing, here are some final pieces that have been cut from Ethan H. Minsker's upcoming book, Rich Boy Cries for Mama. These weren't cut because they're crap, they were cut because an overload of interesting stuff might hurt the reader's mind. And it makes the book flow better. Enjoy!

It was September and we were back at school. I was fifteen now and a bit taller. I had bought a pair of army boots and wore them all the time. I wanted a leather jacket but my parents wouldn’t buy it for me, and I didn’t have enough money. They didn’t like the idea of their son in a biker jacket. If I had asked for a blazer and tie, I’m sure they would have gotten it for me. I had everything I needed, except a leather jacket. The other kids whose parents had money treated me like shit, so I didn’t want anything to do with them. I wanted to dress down, like a poor rebel. Sometimes I was ashamed of all the things we had, especially if I was at Pierre’s house. He didn’t even have his own room. He slept on a pull out sofa.

I had on a new Clash shirt. The image was of the band standing in an alley. I rolled up the sleeves. My hair was spiked to complete the look. Charlie’s fat head came bobbing around the corner and then stopped in front of me.

“What are you doing after school?” His bad breath came wafting up at me.

“Nothing.”

“Cool, let’s hang out.”

Charlie went down the hall. Pierre stood in the doorway of his next class talking with an ugly girl. There weren’t many black kids in the Lab School. I wondered if there were just less black kids who were dyslexic. It was more likely that they just didn’t know about it and were doing badly in the public school. Pierre was lucky in a way; at least his adopted white liberal mother figured out that the city would pay for him to be at the Lab School.

Later that night, Ted knocked at my door, his raggedy mutt sitting at his side. I followed behind, not speaking, when we passed the back of Nazi Shawn’s garage. Nazi Shawn’s mother was yelling at him.

“I don’t understand. Every day I wash the car and it still smells of piss. Are you pissing in the car?” I wondered where Sermon’s car was; maybe I could piss in that too.

The Wheat-Paste Gallery

by Ethan H. Minsker

The Wheat-paste gallery from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Governor's Island Art Tour

Governor's Island art tour

Video by Ethan H. Minsker

Governor's Island art tour from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

One Night Show at the Antagonist Gallery

One night show at the Antagonist Gallery

by Ethan H. Minsker

filmed on flip

We are always looking for new artists to show. Contact us on the facebook.com/antagonist movement

One night show at the Antagonist Gallery from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Dark Visions

Dark Visions: A Collection of Printmaking From New York

sacredgallerynyc.com

video by Ethan H.Minsker

tour by Shannon Daugherty

On July 31, 2010 at 7PM, the Sacred Gallery presents “Dark Visions In Print”, a collection of contemporary images based in the macabre. Co-curators Bruce Waldman and Kirsten Flaherty present a series that combines recent works from the most well known artists in the printmaking field, along with new promising young talents. The show challenges to depict the “darker” side of an artistic kaleidoscope of varying visions and techniques in silkscreen, etching, monoprint and other printmaking processes, with the overall intention of celebrating the venerable yet often under-appreciated art of printmaking.

Dark Visions: A Collection of Printmaking From New York from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Candy Pop Show

Candy Pop Show

Antagonist Gallery

curator Berto Ray Barreto

video by Ethan H. Minsker

Candy Pop Show from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Latest and Greatest from the Antagonists

out takes from our film The Dolls Of Lisbon from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Employee of the Month show from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

art by Dr. Zian Saxon and Kelly Forsyth from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Sand, Sun, Fun Fun Fun

The Antagonists made their yearly trip to Rehoboth Beach, Delaware last week, and we videotaped it, so you can be jealous all over again.

Antagonist artists retreat from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Rhode Island

My family reunion in the great state of Rhode Island. from Ethan H. Minsker on Vimeo.

Dead Tour Summer 2010

I am on "DEAD TOUR" in New Jersey at my friend's place following what is left of the Grateful Dead. ( Further featuring Bob Weir and Phil Lesh with a great fucking band) I am waiting for my "mellow" friend to pick me up for the next show.

My "pain in the ass" friend picked me up in New Jersey Friday night and told me a story about going to a massage parlor and getting a full body massage from a cute 35 year old asian lady....happy ending included. I have never paid for sex but I would not rule it out. ( MEN ! MEN! MEN!)

We stayed at his parents beach house in Long Beach Island on the Jersey shore. If you sit on the deck you can see the Atlantic Ocean. Friday night we sat on the deck drinking bud light and smoking pot and listening to the Grateful Dead on the Bose ipod dock. This was not the highlight of my trip but it was pretty good.

My friend has OCD and kept asking me if I had washed my hands. I said " they're not dirty, stop bugging me"....my friend is a Jewish pain in the ass.

Saturday we made our way to Philadelphia to see the first of the two shows. We stopped at a rest stop and I happened to pet a dog. I like to pet dogs. I especially like to pet a dog I have never pet before. My friend said "you are gonna have to wash your hands before getting back in my car, you dirty fuck". I washed my hands after petting the first dog and then pet another dog ( out of view of my friend) before I got back in his car!!!! I love dogs. I love to touch and pet dogs. This was not the highlight of my trip but made me very happy.

We had great seats for the show. Tenth row center. I had a garden burger before the show. Then I had a hit of LSD from 1968 for the show. It was very hot...it was reserved seating but the aisles were full. The people behind me were talking about a baseball score all night and I kept hearing things like "bottom of the 7th, top of the 8th, etc. I did not follow the World Cup but I think I would rather have Lebron James stick his big dick in my ass than pay attention to the world cup.

The band played a cover song made popular by the Dead called "I KNOW YOU RIDER". My pain in the ass friend and I danced like crazy teenagers and sang our asses off. At this point this may have been the highlight of my trip

During the second set the band played "Franklin's Tower" and we danced and sang harder than earlier. ( ROLL AWAY THE DEW....YOU BETTER ROLL AWAY THE DEW) I think THIS was the highlight of my trip

After the show we headed to the parking lot and had no trouble finding nitrous balloons, cold beer, baked goods made with marijuana, and new dogs to pet. My friend forget to tell my to wash my hands after petting the multiple stray dogs. There is nothing greater to me in the world than meeting a dog and petting that dog. I love dogs. My parents did not get me dog as a boy and when I asked for a dog they said " we will talk about it when you're older". When I got older they said " we'll talk about it when you're older" and when I was even older they said "you're going off to college, who is gonna take care of a dog??? NOT US!!" Of course not them...why would the old grumpy Jew want to take care of a sweet little dog?? Jews don't like pets. Pets are dirty to Jews. I am adopted and not like the rest of the Jews. I like dogs.

We drove back to my friend's beach house but got lost in downtown Philadelphia on the way. My friend (who is a high maintenance Jewish pain in the ass was cursing up a storm.) I was in the passenger's side and did not care if we were lost in downtown Philly or Haight Ashbury! ( I had a buzz like no other and was feeling no pain.) This is in the running for the highlight of my trip.!!!

We got back to the beach house and made ourselves comfortable on the deck for one more beer with the Atlantic Ocean in the background.

My friend said "Remember that massage and happy ending story I told you yesterday?" I said "yes". He said , well, I left a part of the story out." I said "Oh really? Why don't you fill me in?" he said "okay."

He continued " well , when the hot 35 year old Asian lady in the bikini bottom was jerking me off, I pulled down her bikini bottom and stuck my middle finger into her ass hole as I approached orgasm. After I came I pulled my finger out and put it in my mouth!!" This addition to the story was absolutely the highlight of my trip.

P.S. My friend DID wash his hands before he left the massage parlor.

Brother Mike "one show at a time" Cohen, Springfield N.J. July 11, 2010 2:56pm