Name: Bob Weick.

Age: 55.

Where do you live now?
Kintnersville, Bucks County, PA.

Where were you born?
Kensington, Philly.

What’s your show title? Marx in Soho, by Howard Zinn.

What was the first thing you stole?
A bottle of YooHoo! The thought is as sweet as the drink, but healthier.

What’s your favorite alcoholic beverage?
Ardbeg, Scotch . . . with a dash of YooHoo.

What’s your favorite Philly intersection? K and A. Still feel the roots.

What’s the worst thing you ever did for money?
Assembly line at Philco-Ford. And a few shows I’d better not mention.

Who’s your favorite Phillies player?
Johnny Callison—well, I am 55.

What’s your least favorite country, and why?
Switzerland. You can’t be neutral on a moving train.

Do you own a gun? Yes.

Have you fired it in anger? Yes. Damn groundhogs!

If you weren’t an artist, what would your job be?
Oh, my dream job would be to be my own boss, drive around the country side, visiting stables, shoeing horses . . . then head home after a full day and farm my own land. Some dreams come true.

What’s the most disgusting thing you’ve ever seen on SEPTA?
Advertising for stupid shit you don’t need.

Marx in Soho runs September 8, 11, 12, and 18 at Twelve Gates Arts Gallery, 305 Cherry Street, Old City. Various times, $15. For tickets, click here.

–Nicholas Gilewicz