I'm back from Williamsburg; had a fantastic time and may journal about some of my adventures with Cousin Katie later on in the week. I'm feeling particularly lazy about journaling.
•The denizens of Newberry Street are protected by a cluster of delusional crazies. Led by the delightfully insane Carlos (a.k.a. He Who Punches, Kicks, Performs
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I love that you used this as part of your adjective list. It's exactly the way I feel about neighborhood eccentrics; I like that no matter how chaotic our world is, theirs exists on an entirely different level. Maybe this is how God speaks to us - those who can't handle reality are given a new one as comfort (even if sometimes their reality involves a bit of hollering).
Here's hoping that there will be plenty of eccentrics on Melwood Avenue!
(No icon of men kissing pigeons; alpacas smooching will have to suffice.)
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hahahahaha!
There's a guy downtown who is always dressed like a wizard. Always. Wizard.
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WOO WOO!
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The rest of of have to make do with cat ladies and pedophiles, yuk.
I would appreciate the occasional eccentric over here on the East Side; nay, welcome, even.
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