Dutch Newman — the 20-something rapper, not the 80-something Kansas City Democratic Party matriarch — likes to say, "The party don't start until Dutch gets there." What's crazy is that he isn't kidding, and the party can be anywhere. From the runway of the West 18th Street Fashion show, where he strutted in Beth Guinta designs, to a suburban nightclub to a downtown punk-rock show, the kid and his infectious smile are everywhere. If you're out and about, it's possible to have more than two Newman sightings in one day, which is remarkable considering he doesn't have a car. "I like being young and enjoying the city," Newman says. "I don't want a car — gas prices are higher than a camel's dick. People don't understand how much they've got. I'm a simple dude. If I've got my cell phone on, if I've got my music, my friends, I'm well fed, I've got my family, and a drink here and there, I'm a happy guy."