For more than 40 years, Stan Fingerson aka Fingers, has been fighting for equal rights and justice, all the while becoming one of the world’s most vocal advocates for cannabis policy reform. Thanks to his striking deformity (two massive fingers growing out of the top of his head), he also happens to be the living embodiment of peace and one of the last enduring symbols of hope we have. But ask him if that means anything, and you’ll likely just get a “big fuckin’ deal, man!”
And that skepticism is not without merit. An active member of the 60’s counterculture, Fingers 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.
So on January 21st 2016, stricken with a sense of failure following Trump’s inauguration, Fingers fled to Mexico. There he spent his time drowning in tequila, dirt weed, Telenovelas and despair. He even considered ending his life, but when he went to go grab his last meal (enchiladas), he spotted Jesús, a little orphan boy on the street, playing with his stuffed Fingers plush toy. Just like that, he snapped out of his funk, ate his enchiladas and hopped on the next flight home.
These days, he’s joined the resistance as one half of the hip, new, mediation agency, PEACE OUT. And though his partner Sym Ibaka, a Bond-like action hero, may garner most of the glory, Fingers is once again building a cult like following of his own, this time, with a whole new, younger generation.
Today, in PEACE OUT’s Brooklyn office, 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 fucking surreal. But while an afternoon spent with Fingers brings to mind Lebowski, Tommy Chong 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: So here we are two years into Trump and the nation couldn’t be more divided. Someone sure sucks at his job!
F: Hey! Not cool, man. It’s not my fault people are fucked up.
RS: You know a lot of people are very scared.
F: Yeah well me too! Red, Blue, Nazis, Liberals, we all just gotta take a breather, do some grass and maybe eat some enchiladas or something? Oh, that’s good. Nobodies angry eating enchiladas. Do I have my fingers on the 0l’ peace’s pulse, or what?
RS: Speaking of fingers on the pulse, our sources claim Trump became enraged when you refused his request to… you know….
F: What? Milk his prostate? Who are your sources? WikiLeaks? That MI6 dossier agent guy, Steele?
RS: Many people believe that you weren’t politically exiled, but you in fact escaped to Mexico with your life?
F: Look, I get it, man! Getting fingered by Fingers has become a rite of passage for peace lovers everywhere. These babies [WIGGLING HIS FINGERS] can really work magic. But there’s a big difference between asking nicely and trying to assert your power over me. I don’t care who you are. Nobody’s gonna Weinstein Fingers anymore. I don’t want to diminish the movement in any way, but #MeTooMan.
RS: So are you on record saying that the President —
F: Take last week. I was alone at a restaurant in Toronto and Drake came up to me and said, “Hey Fingers… huge fan! I would be so honoured if you fingered me.” So I’m like, “cool man, lemme just finish my jerk chicken,” and then we met in the bathroom and I milked his prostate for a solid eight minutes. No big deal, right? But with Trump, everything’s a fuckin’ power play. And sure, the guy’s prostate is the size of a watermelon, Melania told me it takes him twenty minutes to push out a single drop, but that doesn’t mean you can be a prick about it. In fact, half his administration are pricks. Last year Roy Moore cornered me in a bathroom stall and pulled a gun on me, for fuck sake. Seriously, you’d be surprised just how many old, white conservative Republicans want Fingers up their ass. Fuck 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 accident? I heard it was Joker-esque!?
F: 1965. Berkeley California. I was a student scientist, man, and 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 fingers out of my head… No big deal.
RS: No big deal? You’re a walking, talking peace sign!
F: Well, technically it’s a V for Victory sign. Sym is the one with the peace sign marking on his face.
RS: Ah yes, Sym. What’s it like working with one of the world’s most admired action heroes? I remember his father Salama Ibaka was a personal hero of mine.
F: Why, because he was a beloved diplomat, or because he famously competed with Wilt Chamberlain to see who could make love to more women? I’ll tell you one thing, Sym is determined to live up to his father’s name. And I don’t want to spread rumors but you know that time when Melania went off to Africa…
RS: What?!? Are you saying…
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 —
F: Listen man, don’t believe everything you hear. There’s a lot of fake news out there.
RS: I gotta say, I’m in absolute shock here. But let’s move on. You’re an inspiration to so many, but who are some of your heroes?
F: Oh my God, man… there are POWs (Peace Out Warriors) everywhere! Obviously, Barack was pretty cool. He loved hanging with us. I remember this one time we locked ourselves in the oval office, got super baked, ordered a half dozen deep dish pies, and binged the entire Season 4 of Homeland. Riveting stuff, man. Michael Moore is also pretty cool. I mean look at him! Someone give the poor guy a Noble Peace Prize already. Hmmm, who else is there? Chelsea Handler, Keith Olbermann… Judd Apatow is an absolute bulldog on Twitter, so that’s cool. I’d love to hang with Judd. I saw his hilarious Netflix taping in Montreal, while eating the most unbelievable smoked meat poutine!
RS: You know he already conquered “LOVE” on Netflix. Maybe they’d both be interested in “PEACE” now? I can try to get in touch with him, if you like? We interviewed him back in May.
F: Wait a sec! Why are you being so nice to me? Ah man, you wanna get fingered too, don’t you?
RS: Well, I mean this is a once in a lifetime opportunity….
F: Alright fine, let’s get it over with… but you gotta make that phone call to Judd, man.
ABOUT THE SHOW
PEACE OUT is a new animated comedy in active development. Created by Rich 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 6 episode, serialized season 1. For more info contact us here… follow @nachonight, Fingers @Fingers_PO and WATCH THE TRAILER below!