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Zendik Farm lives
Back when this LAister was a dewey-eyed new Angeleno, we loved all things that were genuinely Los Angeles, that were cheap, that were a little bit strange (we haven't changed much). Back then we were drawn irresistably to Venice Beach, which was free — and a freakshow of street performers, muscle men and the scruffy hippie punks of Zendik Farm. The Zendik Farmers carried smeared newsprint zines that they wanted to sell you, and if they thought you were likeminded they'd invite you out to the farm, some commune-like place led by an old guy who called himself Zendik. A while ago, they all disappeared.
So imagine our surprise when we were in Washington DC and we were accosted by, that's right, Zendik Farm.
Apparently Zendik is gone, but the Zendik crew carries on in West Virginia — and the streets of Washington instead of Venice. Did you ever run into them on the beach? Do you remember the newspaper hucksters of Zendik Farm?