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	JOSEPH LEIBERMAN U.S. Senator, Former Vice-Presidential Candidate    " I remember seeing Venison back in '68 when he was playing with The Erotic Cakes in San Francisco. They were in this little club called The Eternal Prune, just your standard dive club. It was perfect for the Cakes, I mean, they really stunk. Venison played like he thought he was Keith Moon or something. He would have sounded a lot better if he had stopped throwing lettuce around. I guess they kind of thought they were an art-rock band, but for Pete's sake......oh, I'm sorry, did you want something complimentary?"
	WILLY O'SHANNON Head cook at Roosevelt High, 1927-1952    "Those young kids and their Marijuana, they was no good, I tells ya! No good! Those ungrateful wretches never finished the peas, never the peas!"
	MERRILL COOK Former U.S. Congressman    "I never really knew the guy, I just remember him because he kept sending me thank you cards for wedding gifts I never sent him."
	CALEB SPINTS classmate, George Washington Elementary (the following is taken from a hastily scrawled note given to their second-grade teacher, Miss Irvine)    "Mis ervin, venisun is steeling my shus and flushing them in the toylit. thank you, love Caleb."
	MONTE CRISCO Owner/Manager, Monte's Fine Toothbrushes    "When Venison was a senior in high school, he worked for me during the Christmas rush. Fine young man, nice posture, very clean hair. He would have done well in the toothbrush business. Firm, firm brushes. Yes, very well."
	RUBY TUESDAY Great Grandmother    "Who are you, and what are you writing? Where did you get that suit? My son has a suit like that, did you take it? Where is my son, he needs to finish these peas. You go and get him, then go write with someone else, whitey."
	FAWNA HOTTY classmate, Roosevelt High    "Oh, I'll never forget Venison Skidmore, no way. No, I'll never forget getting picked up an hour late for prom, or riding in the rumble seat because he had to deliver a stack of aluminum photo frames to his senile old grandmother. No, I won't forget him stepping on my feet when we were dancing to Benny Goodman numbers, or shoving chicken fried steak in my face when he thought I'd insulted his mother. But I especially won't forget waiting at the police station for my father to pick me up after Venison drove our car through someone's family reunion in the middle of Smoot Park and got arrested. That's how I remember Venison-cheap, clumsy, spastic, plus he read Kant."
	RAMON PE Local Beatnik    "If you really want to know Venison, you have to get beyond Venison. The essence of the man is too deep for perception. I say man, but down there, he's not even a man anymore. He's just energy, pure energy. I can feel it when I read his poetry. It's like his soul is trying to strangle me. But I resist, and I live!"