Monday, November 19, 2012 | 3:12 p.m. | Walkway between Cosmopolitan and Planet Hollywood

So what’s the deal? I’ve been doing this for almost a year now, man. Since February. I was the original. I came up with the idea to put this on the Strip.

Other people are doing this? Oh yeah. My two roommates have been doing it for about a week less than I have.

Seems like you should charge more. I make a couple hundred dollars a day. My best day, I made $1,750 in one night. Even on off nights, I make at least a hundred dollars. It pays the bills.

What kind of pain are we talking about? It was a lot worse the first couple weeks. There are some tricks to it, a certain way to ride my pants up. I’d say one out of every three kicks connects. I count on a few misses a day to keep me from being out. I got put out of the game a couple weeks ago when I had an NFL kicker come up. Right after he kicked me, he showed me his Super Bowl ring.

Who was it? I don’t remember, man. I’m pretty sure the video made it up on YouTube.

Are most of your patrons drunk? If I had to name a specific stereotype of people that do this, it’s the kind of kids you see in a college fraternity, all f***ed up, but nobody wants to do it. They’re pointing fingers. You do it. No, you do it. Don’t be a bitch, you do it. Eventually somebody steps up.

Are you gambling on the fact that most people aren’t going to haul off and kick you in the nuts as hard as they can? I’d say 99 percent of people do.

Wow. Yeah. Sometimes I’ll get a female that will feel bad and hold back. But most of the time if they want to kick me, they want to go for it, as hard as they can. They want to see me drop. They want to see me in pain. That’s the whole point. That’s how they get their entertainment and I provide it, I guess. Supply and demand.

Yay for capitalism. Yes.