I've been a John Water's admirer for... hell, I don't want to count the years, because the man is timeless and forever, just like the ugly qualities of the human species he saw, recognized, and had the unique brilliance to shove into our faces in the hyperbolized, grotesque fashion comparable to Goya's etchings. I always think of him as a kindred spirit just as frustrated with his surroundings as I am. Anyway, the first time I watched Divine in Pink Flamingos, sentencing Marbles to death for "first degree stupidity" and "assholism," I was captivated. And it's not just about the talent for me. His unabashed bravery and complete disregard for the established "civil" canons give me chills! I'm not going to lie - I wish I could be that courageous and free. And just as I thought that Mr. Waters, now 66, could not possibly enhance my appreciation of him any further, he went and hitchhiked across the country with a single purpose of writing a book about his experience doing it. Wow! Below is New York Time's video of him talking about it. Enjoy and aspire!