I don't know who or what Super Fuzz is, but he's my hero. His unbelievable grace and style put me in a mood I can only describe as -- rapturous. But I can't just leave it at that; I need to know what on Earth is happening, and I need to know now.
I went to the local library and asked them if they had anything on Super Fuzz, but they said that if I wasn't going to buy anything I would be escorted out. I guess the magazine rack at Walmart doesn't count as a library. Frustrated, I went to the hall of records downtown. They told me they really don't carry those sorts of records; mostly rock, pop, and jazz, they said. They can't be a very good hall of records if they only have data on three things.
The intertunnel, who always knows and always watches, says:
Super Fuzz or Poliziotto superpiù is an Italian comedy film about Dave Speed, a bumbling Miami police officer who gains super powers through accidental nuclear exposure.
Well that was about as helpful as a kick in the groin, and just as disappointing. Maybe someday I'll find the true meaning of Super Fuzz, but for right now, I'm going to go expose myself to nuclear radiation to be just like my hero.
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