For more than 40 years, Stan Fingerson, AKA ‘Fingers’ has been fighting for equal rights, justice and peace, all while becoming one of the world’s most vocal advocates for cannabis reform. An active member of the 60’s counterculture, Finger’s saw his influence wane throughout the next few decades, as his penchant for non-violence, proved to be no match for the increasing power of the global military industrial complex.
Tired of being kicked around and pissed on, and stricken with a sense of failure and despair following Trump’s inauguration, Fingers fled to Mexico. But according to him, access to only “shitty cess brickweed” led him back home. These days, he’s once again joined the resistance, as one half of the notorious PEACE OUT, mediators for hire. And though his partner Sym, a Bond-type action hero (think Idris Alba) may garner most of the glory, Fingers is once again starting to build a cult like following of his own, this time with a whole new, younger generation.
Today, in his office in San Francisco’s Mission District, he appears laid back and in good spirits. His pet monkey Jerry, is watching TMZ and eating a meatball sub from high above the filing cabinets. The whole thing is quite surreal. And while an afternoon spent with Fingers, brings to mind Lebowski, Spicoli and other famous dudes, rest assured, that no one is quite like him, and in this volatile, war-torn world, no one is nearly as important.
RS: Once again it seems North Korea is shooting off ballistic missiles.
F: Yeah they are stockpiling those things, man. I know, cause I saw them with my own eyes last year! Speaking of which, I could totally go for some Bibimbap. You want some Bibimbap? Fuckin’ Jerry over there stole my meatball sub. Man, those Korean dudes sure know their way around a hotpot, don’t they? Just don’t get me started on the dog meat soup.
RS: That’s it? Bibimbap? It’s scary!
F: Sure it’s scary. They’re cooking dog, man. They’re starving. Let’s lift the sanctions and help them out. If we’re nice and reach out, maybe they won’t want to nuke us.
RS: So you’re plan is to be nice?
F: You got a better idea, man? Look, I’ve seen Vietnam, Bush War 1 & 2… Tower One fell on my fucking head, man! I just want to kick my feet up, eat Bibimbap and watch Game of Thrones. But no, now we got Trump and Jong Un playing with these toys and… seriously, have you seen Dunkirk? War is brutal, man. Where’s my pipe?
RS: Ok, well I can see you’re getting flustered, so maybe we’ll change the topic. I have to say, in person, your fingers are absolutely striking! Why don’t you tell us a bit about your uh’ accident? I heard it was Joker-esque!?
F: 1965. Berkeley California, man. The CIA had me doing these crazy psychedelic acid experiments. So one day, I was mixing this witches brew of chemicals in this huge caldron, when I slipped on one of Jerry’s banana peels and fell in. I coulda totally died, man, but Jerry here pulled me out. Anyhoo, I guess the acids and shit made me grow these two fingers out of my head… No big deal.
RS: No big deal? You’re the personification of peace! So what’s it like working with Sym?
F: Well, speaking of dogs, man. Ever since we got back from our last trip to the Middle East, the guy’s been obsessed with Bar Rafaeli. And don’t get me started on Rihanna. Plus, I don’t wanna be the guy to spread rumours… BUT, he has been spending A LOT of time lately with Melania.
RS: Wow, is he really banging Melania Trump? If that’s true…
F: Look man, if Sym wants to bone his way to peace, that’s his prerogative man. I just don’t understand his obsession with eating booty? Do you eat booty? Seriously, what’s with everyone eating booty?
RS: Hold on. Are you saying he ate the First Lady’s booty?
F: Listen man, don’t believe everything you hear. There’s a lot of fake news out there.
RS: But you just said…
F: And while we’re on the topic, this whole getting “FINGERED” craze has got to stop. I’ve got Republican senators begging me to milk their prostates in bathroom stalls. I got that Happy Hippie Miley Cyrus, gettin’ me super baked and Instagramming pics of me passed out with my fingers inside her? Shit, half of Hollywood wants to get FINGERED as some kind of right of passage… But it’s not cool, man! I’m not a toy. I’m a human man, man, and I deserve respect. I’ve partied with the Dalai Lama!
RS: OK, well there goes my next question….
F: What? Now you want to get fingered too?
RS: * clearing throat * So have you met with the President?
F: No. He won’t answer my calls and he’s been ignoring me on Twitter… But there’s a guy that could use a good FINGERING. It’s more relaxing than golf! Plus, I’d hate to find out what he’ll do if he discovers Melania is getting her booty eaten by… oh you almost got me there, man. Next topic.
RS: So what’s next for Fingers and Peace Out ?
F: Who knows, man? We got extremists, terrorists, racists, misogynists, anarchists, and all these other fucking ‘ists’ out there causing trouble. And I imagine if Trump starts World War 3, we’ll get super busy. So we gotta mobilize. P.O.W.’s (Peace Out Warriors) unite, man.
RS: P.O.W’s, I like that. Well, I guess that’s it. I just want to thank you for your service and let you know that you and Dylan are like my all-time heroes!
F: That’s cool, but I’m not fingering you, man.
ABOUT THE SHOW
PEACE OUT is a new animated comedy in active development. Created by Ricky Letovsky of Nacho Night Studios and produced with Eggplant Media, Peace Out hopes to bring this buddy comedy to primetime or an OTT distributor, with an explosive 10 episode, serialized season 1. For more info contact us here… follow @nachonight, Fingers @Fingers_PO and WATCH THE TRAILER below!