Best Buds: The Story of Sandy 2's "Weedman"

We like to think that those who contribute, support, and/or star in our sketches are honorary wizards helping to bring the magic of sketch comedy back to YouTube (you, dear wizard reading this, being a prime example). There's a wizard out there I'd like to tell you about who came and went in our lives like a magical puff of smoke. I'm talking of course... about Weedman. 

Filming Sandy 2 in New York City was some of the most fun we've had making content for you guys, but when we first got there, being suburban Florida boys, we weren't sure how the locals would react to Sandy's antics. We expected at least a few dirty looks, a couple street hot dogs, and a dozen or so "I'm walkin' here!"s to be hurled our way (and maybe a beating from Tobey Maguire in spandex if we were lucky). But quite to the contrary, no one even batted an eye at this grown man squat-sprinting through Time Square, screeching like a Nazgul... so Frank got a pass... but get this: no one cared about Sandy either!

With our fears of disturbing the peace assuaged, we took to the streets with nothing but a camera and a metro pass and zig-zagged our way across the City of Dreams. We had a hell of an adventure: we saw the sights, got horribly lost, got staggeringly drunk, met up with one of our best friends from high school (who made a brief but memorable cameo as the second Sandy creature), and even ate some authentic New York Taco Bell! Throughout the few days we spent there, on many of our zigs and a few of our zags, we saw him. We never did get his name but I like to think that when he was born, his mother saw him open his blood-shot eyes for the first time on some brisk New York morning and said: "...Weedman... his name... is Weedman." We couldn't help but crack smiles every time we passed him as he chanted "Legalize it! Legalize it!"

When we first attempted to film Frank cornering Sandy, prompting him to use his time-beam attack, we initially chose an alley on Broadway, but we had to relocate because people began lining up nearby for a show. But before we moved... something incredible happened. Pastor Titus Diamondhook and Reverend Ruby Ranch have often said in their sermons that only once in your life do you receive a sign from God and know without a doubt that it's Him speaking to you (but then again they also say you go to Narnia when you die, so you never know). We like to believe that this was that one time. 

Poised to shoot a take, we heard someone walking out of the alley. Mitch, making the biggest mistake of his life, stopped recording. Then, like an Avenger making his iconic debut, a man... nay a hero with the silhouette of a marijuana leaf, clad head-to-toe in the same botanical pattern, blinking red lights, and a billowing cape emerged from the shadows. Without hesitation, he reached into a large potted plant sitting a mere foot away from us, pulled out a small baggie containing some sweet kush, and like a character from the 90's most dank sitcom, held the baggie aloft in the New York moonlight, looked us in the eyes and with a smile let loose his magnificent catchphrase on our unsuspecting mortal souls: "GOTTA HAVE MY WEED!" ...Inspiration. We were speechless as he vanished into the night once more with his precious cargo. So many questions: "Was that plant merely a stash or a portal to the Ganga Dimension?" "How many more of these buried treasures are scattered across the city?" "Will Weedman ever run for president?" Perhaps we'll never know.

One thing we knew for sure: if we wanted to make a good video, we NEEDED to capture some of Weedman's magic. Then just a few hours later, fate struck once more. In front of an Old Navy we saw him for the final time: The Messiah of Munchies preaching his Gospel of Green.... we weren't fit to tie his Nike Air Monarchs. We knew we couldn't hesitate because a moment like this would never come again. Asking him to grace our sketch with his presence and offering him some cash for his trouble, we made a true friend that night. He was SO sweet and willing to help, not to mention incredibly mellow... I wonder why. Before we knew it, he recited his lines with gusto and was back to the streets with his message of kindness and kind bud. Though we had to leave to film Sandy stealing a burrito across town, his words will ring on with us for the rest of our lives.

Well, if you've read this far... kudos! We tried to get a statement from Sandy regarding Weedman but he simply raised this gloved pointer finger and thumb to his lips as if to rip the final toke of an invisible roach in honor of the legend... then he menacingly pointed at me and let out a guttural squeal as if to insinuate he wanted to smoke me like a giant joint. Thank you Sandy. Thank you wizards of Patreon. Thank you Weedman; we hope you're still out there somewhere making the Big Apple... a little more green.