Okay, so the crazy man that comes to preach at Bedford and North 7th is back, stretching his vocals to their maximum limits to tell me about how the seasons work and what kind of people he hates. Once, he spoke about colours for half an hour. Today, right now, from my bedroom I can hear a lot of use of the word “America”, though I don’t care enough to get up from my desk and go to the living room to hear what he says. That got really old, mainly because he didn’t say anything coherent.
Oh, he’s suddenly gone silent! I wonder if the police have gotten him again. It usually takes them 30-45 minutes, far too long when you’re listening to a voice that sounds like a dying opossum. When they do stop him, what’s the charge, “being a public nuisance?”
He’s only still here because this is Brooklyn. If this was happening in Manhattan, he absolutely would’ve already been dispatched by a taxi and/or pedestrians who can’t deal with his crap. I feel like throwing things at him but I have two to three major problems: 1) I have nothing to throw (although those grapefruits that have been in my freezer since I moved in are available… hmm) 2) I might get arrested, and finally, my main concern, 3) there is scaffolding and netting completely obstructing a clear shot to my target.
