Vincent Kartheiser Doesn’t Have A Pot To Piss In And He Likes It That Way

Vincent Kartheiser, who plays Pete Campbell on Mad Men, doesn’t have a car and lives in a 1-room wooden box without a toilet or a TV. Welcome to another episode of, “Nicolas Cage, This Is Your Future Life!”

In an interview with the Guardian, Vincent says he got so sick of stuff that he threw everything out of his small Hollywood home while it’s being renovated. Everything including a toilet. Yeah, so that pile of caca you stepped on in front of Vincent’s house didn’t come from a dog. You became one with Pete Cambell.

Vincent says, “I go on the bus, I walk. A friend left his car recently at my house and I took it out one day just for 15 minutes and it was terrible. You know why? I felt like I was back in LA again. Four or five years ago, when I had a car and I had been out of the city I wouldn’t feel I was back until I got in the car, you know. But now I feel off the grid. I feel that I am not part of the culture. And because I don’t have a car I don’t really go anywhere to buy things. In fact, I have been in a slow process of selling and giving away everything I own.

Like, I don’t have a toilet at the moment. My house is just a wooden box. I mean I am planning to get a toilet at some point. But for now I have to go to the neighbors. I threw it all out.

It started a couple of years ago. It was in response to going to these Golden Globe type events and they just give you stuff. You don’t want it. You don’t use it. And then Mad Men started to become a success on a popular level and people started sending me stuff, just boxes of shit. Gifts for every holiday, clothes. One day, I looked around and thought ‘I don’t want this stuff, I didn’t ask for it’. So I started giving it to friends or charity stores, or if it is still in its box I might sell it for a hundred bucks. I liked it so I didn’t stop.”

First of all, Vincent must have a special bond with his neighbors if they let him shit in their toilet all the time. He should get them a bouquet of urinal cakes as a thank you. Second of all, where does Vincent do all his thinking. That’s what the toilet is for. It’s where you think, read, file your nails, draw pictures on your thighs with a sharpie, talk to your relatives, smell shampoo bottles, write your blog posts, etc.. etc.. Doing all those things while squatting over a cut-off milk carton in the backyard just isn’t the same thing.

via HuffPo