When Robert told Beatnik there was a sculpture of a dog taking a shit to identify his house we were looking for something about 8-feet tall. The defecating dog is a wood sign that stands less than a foot tall, we rode right past it.
Robert and Suzanne Williams gave the Beatnik, and I enough material to last a lifetime. We spoke about art, painting, and techniques (I was way over my head), hot rods, motorcycles, and horseless carriages. Model T turtle decks ’13-27, and Roth’s Outlaw. 
This is just the coolest stuff on the planet… Fuck the square art world, and the whore they didn’t ride in on. Naturally, a discussion of our mutual friend David Mann came up, and we even spent some time talking about a TV show on restoring Army tanks that tanked after four episodes. Robert said it was the best gearhead TV show that ever was.
All-in-all we spent over 3 1/2 hours on some pretty intense subjects. When it was time to leave Beatnik, and I staggered out into the Williams’ front yard like a pair of guys that were hiding in the sewer and just had the manhole cover popped-open, and a grenade dropped-in. 
In the front yard Robert said he had one more thing he wanted to show us, the roof on his house. It looks exactly like the old wood shake roofs that have been blamed for numerous major fires in California’s history, and now illegal. The roofing material is made from recycled drinking water bottles like the Yuppies made popular. The plastic shakes are extremely expensive, and likely only found a few houses in Beverley Hills, or Bel-Air. 
Pay particular attention to the custom deflection shield Robert made to divert rain water from entering his trash cans, and emitting an unpleasant odor. I suspect It would be a hideous smell something like the three manifestations of Satan… Beezlebab, hell incarnate.
— Krylon John
