Maxon Crumb, loon extraordinaire

there's little in the world as befuddling as the totally insane crumb brothers. it seems unusual that a whole family would be certifiable (unless you're from texas and love chainsaws). only middle brother robert crumb seems to have escaped the cold, evil blade of total insanity.

in this vein max crumb is unduly fascinating. he used to be out and about often, doing his weird, looney stuff. it's almost a right of passage as a san francisco resident, to witness max crumb out on the street. guy and i have both run into him, and tried not to stare. i saw him sitting on a bed of nails by a bus stop on market street. apparently he has recovered some mental health recently since making a friend who has helped him keep his bed of nails indoors, and eat sometimes.

none of this would be exceptional at all, especially given the area (6th street) that he lives in, except for the fact that he's such a gifted artist. all the crumb brothers are, but in my opinion max takes first prize. on any pop art fan's list of purchases should be a piece of max's art.