“When you masturbate with the hand of fate expect the worst because life is a JOKE!”
– Charlie Vurmin
(Artwork by Charlie Vurmin. Source: Institute of Sociometry)
Hard Luck Chuck
Some actions in life are so terrible they’re impossible to reverse. There are no second chances. There are no do overs. The wreckage is lasting.
Charles Twain Clemans, also known as Charlie Vurmin, was a disreputable early ’90s Pacific Beach punk in San Diego, California, and a member of the small-time beach gang, the P.B. Vurmin. Our circles briefly overlapped through the eclectic, and sometimes destructive world of skateboarding.
While sessioning a famous grade-school playground skate spot in suburban San Diego one afternoon, Chuck made a lasting impression on us, and everyone there – a large collection of skaters, punkers, and derelicts – by publicly defecating on the concrete embankment in broad daylight.
Socially deviant behavior. A guy running around with a few loose screws. What could possibly go wrong? Continue reading







