I used to love those Peter Falk shows. I didn't know about Spaw back then, didn't even know he existed, but I think that Peter Falk's routine closely resembled Spaw's...the shabby clothing, the wretched heap of a car he drove, the shambling walk, bleary eyes, and apparent lack of comprehension of what the hell is going on, the vague mumbling, and the inane questions that seem to lead nowhere...but all the while he is cleverly leading people on to think he's a hopeless dumbass without a clue whilst leading them slowly and surely into a trap from which they cannot possibly escape! Very clever.

The only real difference I can think of, in fact, is this: Spaw IS a hopeless dumbass! ;-D

Anyway, so long, Peter Falk. I hope you find "all the marbles" when you get to Heaven or wherever it is that you're going.