…standing on the corner of Olympic and Sawtelle. He was holding a skateboard in one hand, a half-full beer and lit cigarette in the other.
As people approached the corner to cross he’d scream out a quick rhyme about the person based on what race he thought they were.
While pointing at an Asian woman waiting to cross he screamed: “Japanese?!? Nigga, please!”
Next up was an average looking white guy wearing a hat and a backpack: “Don’t like the French?!? It’s the stench!”
The walk signal lit up and I began to cross; that’s when he got to me. I couldn’t make out the first half of his brilliant little street poem, but I heard the last line as clear as day: “Eat a knish!”
Don’t mind if I do, insane man. Don’t mind if I do.
Danish Yiddish Jewish,
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February 23, 2010 at 6:49 pm
Bryan Loar
February 23, 2010 at 6:53 pm
Bryan Loar
eh…I like this
February 23, 2010 at 6:53 pm
Bryan Loar
February 23, 2010 at 6:56 pm
jshady
HAHAHA! I miss that guy!
February 23, 2010 at 9:57 pm
Marie Le Claire
Come spend a little time here in NYC…. At least your insane guy was just shouting things.. I was once punched by a crazy man outside the big public library in Manhattan…. I’ve also been flashed, spit at and had my ass grabbed in a crowded subway car on my way to work…. oh yeah… there was also a guy who came in to the bar I worked in once every week.. he was really tall and skinny and wore basically the same outfit every time he came in… his short blonde hair squeezed in to a pony tail that consisted of about 50 hairs, black tights, tank top, pink tutu and the most important part…. 2 balloons where boobs would be. Like… balloons that he blew up before he left the house… BIG ones… and then stuck them in the tank top… Nice guy! Would come in, order a drink, hang out for a bit, dance… and leave
February 23, 2010 at 10:30 pm
jshady
Yeah, but you guys get terrorism, too, so it all works out.
February 23, 2010 at 11:01 pm
Marie Le Claire
and I’m guessing more public urination…
February 23, 2010 at 11:55 pm
jshady
Well, that comes with the terrorism.
February 24, 2010 at 4:19 pm
MOM
Marie, love your visual of your customer. I love NYC! The flashing, spitting and punching sounds way too much like my classroom of 5 years old, though.