Growing up in LA, a very ethereal place, there are very few things that stay the same. Going to Lakers games at the Great Western Forum as a kid, there was a guy named Dancing Barry who used to go nuts in the aisles during time outs and halftime. He’d wear a white suit and dance to oldies. Last I checked, Barry changed his name to Magic Barry and lives in North Carolina. Charlotte Bobcat fans are now the lucky ones who get to enjoy his antics. But perhaps more impactful and far more well know than Barry is a mysterious man whom my mother and I used to refer to only as The Dancing Man. He used to bust moves on rollerskates at the corner of Beverly Dr. and Sunset across from the Beverly Hills Hotel, but one could randomly catch him in the act at other high-traffic intersections around LA. Recently he has made his home on Robertson just north of 3rd St. I guess it was only a matter of time before someone figured out a way to exploit him. A trio of LA brats have started a clothing company…no, scratch that, a BRAND called The Crazy Robertson. It’s actually really sad. The dude is not mentally healthy. Check out the Wall Street Journal article

I think it would be great if the owners gave all the proceeds to the LA Homeless Shelter or to a mental health organization; that would make it all a little more palatable. Apparently the shirts have been flying off the shelves at Kitson. Figures.