I know this guy.
I’m 87.3 percent certain this is the slam-my-head-into-street-signs-probably-from-the-bad-crack guy from near the corner of 10th and Juniper. Whether or not it’s him, I almost rear-ended a minivan over the holidays watching this fella dance around in the middle of the Midtown sidewalk. I had forgotten how entertaining (read: mind blowingly accurate an example of what can happen if you don’t keep your kids off drugs) he is.
Sincerely,
Sally B.
