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Tuesday, July 9, 2002   |    Fruit Salad

Cheese, Glorious Cheese

by Geoff Wolinetz

As I’ve stated many times over, I am a man of extreme empathy. As I have no serious personal problems other than my numerous run-ins with the law and my on again, off again bouts with venereal disease, it is easy for me to appeal to the masses. When I was approached about writing a book to champion the cause of mental retardation, I leapt at the chance. After all, who would be better to chronicle a life filled with obstacles better than a man with little to no trouble in his unbelievably decadent and shallow life? I submit that no one would be. It’s like always said to me, "Wolinetz, you show me a gay man from Guatemala and I’ll show you a tropical fruit." I do not mean to insult Paul Lynde. Paul Lynde is a dear friend of mine. In the late 1970s, we’d spend hours out by his Beverly Hills pool, ingesting Quaaludes and pitching pennies. Paul Lynde could pitch a mean penny but he was a gentleman about it. In those days of the late 1970s, Paul Lynde and I would put on our paisley jackets and giggle at the hookers on Hollywood Blvd. Well, he would giggle. I would have sex with them. We’d hit the set of Hollywood Squares and take turns kicking Peter Marshall in the nuts. I digress.

I spent some time in Kentucky researching the atmosphere and the inbreds. I wove a delightful little tale of a mentally retarded woman. Inventor, lover, Senator, she made her way through life with a innocent innocence. As you may or may not know, this was adapted into a movie starring Cuba Gooding, Jr. called "Snow Dogs." I removed my name from the project after a lengthy battle with Cuba as to who would get to scream, "SHOW ME THE MONEY!!" each morning. An excerpt from Cheese of Kentucky:

"Mama said it wasn’t possible but I just chewed the gum, didn’t matter none to me if it floated or not. But when Mama told me to spit my gum out at the dinner table, I did it. And when it just hung there in the air, over the table, Mama let out a scream that coulda woke the dead. I thought she’s gonna right pass out. So, I took the gum out the air and put it in the garbage can. When I come back to the dinner table, Mama had that look on her face. The one she always got when I told her about the walrus that lived in my closet. He has tusks.

‘Chile, now don’t joke with yo’ mama. How’d you go and do that?’

‘I told you mama, it just floats. I put summa them soap bubbles you gave me in with the chewing gum.’

‘You ain’t messin’ with me, Sue Ann Betty Sue Turner-McCoy?’

‘Nome.’ And I wasn’t. I thought it’d be right hilarious to have my gum float like it did. So I mixed them bubbles in there and then it happened. The gum jus’ hung there, like it were on a string or somethin’

Mama just put some dinner on my plate and didn’t say a word. I jus’ ate quietly. Collard greens was my favorite and even though we was dirt po’, Mama always managed to serve some almost every night. I looked up at Mama. She was eatin’ real quiet, mosly jus’ pickin’ at her food.

‘Mama, ain’t you hungry?’ I asked her. I sure was hungry. I was so hungry I could eat the table too.

‘No, chile. Not so hungry tonight.’ I looked at Mama’s face and I could tell. She wanted to go check the closet for walruses. I didn’t blame her. The dang walrus eats more’n he’s worth…"

Geoff Wolinetz cannot be found on IMDb because the Hollywood community refuses to acknowledge the production of his seminal masterpiece Come What May, a gritty psychothriller starring a guy who kind of looks like Billy Baldwin and Erin Gray (formerly of "Silver Spoons"). If he were to be found on IMDb, his name would fall between "Geoff Witcher" and "Geoff Wood." In addition to his imaginary film career, Geoff also maintains an imaginary career as a baron of industry, is lead singer of the imaginary band Kick Ass, Falco, holds an imaginary Olympic gold medal and is an imaginary Pulitzer laureate in the field of journalism for his investigative piece on the albinos of Alaska.