Monthly
Statement:
February
2006
New shorts! I am trying them out with much success, three
weeks with YES majorities. This is unheard of, but I think
New Yorkers either like yellow, or they don't like seeing
some crazy guy shivering on the street corner, begging people
to make him feel better about his body. I am amazed by how
fearful New Yorkers are of pneumonia. I was told three times
that I should put on some clothes before I would get pneumonia.
A mask is a good suggestion for pneumonia avoidance. No one
has yet to warn me about the risks of frostbite. My question
is also often greeted with Y-o-u-A-r-e-C-r-a-z-y, said slowly,
so it can sink in. I like thinking of myself as the crazy
half-naked guy who crawls out of some boxes for a whole day
of excuse me's and pardons to whom ever I bump into. I can't
imagine that is what they think when they alert me to my supposed
level of sanity. It is much more likely that they can't imagine
why on earth someone would walk around like myself in 20-degree
weather.
DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES 2/03/06
YES 43
NO 57
IGNORED 113
BRYANT PARK 2/10/06
YES 65
NO 36
IGNORED 164
6TH AVENUE AND 18TH STREET 2/18/06
YES 68
NO 32
IGNORED 67
UNION SQUARE PART 2 (UNDERGROUND) 2/27/06
YES 56
NO 44
IGNORED 71
Notable Story:
The interaction in this story is probably one of the funniest
ones I have had yet and in all honesty will be pretty hard
to top. I was in L.A. with my brother and, while roaming the
streets accumulating, we found one Los Angles citizen who
was willing to share his opinion. When first asked if he thought
I had a perfect body he stopped and I was unsure wether he
was going to answer or not. He grabbed at the back of his
neck and pulled his wildly "Californian" Hawaiian
shirt over his head and alerted my attention to the fact that
he was wearing shorts. Then I was told that because we where
wearing similar amounts of clothing, I should be able to make
a clear comparison between our two bodies. The first comparison,
he continued, was that my body sucked, fucking sucked, and
that I should know this. The second was more in the form of
a question to where I was asked if I knew I had woman's boobs.
Before letting me answer this question, the man walked away.
Not having yet a "Yes" or "No" answer
I called out to him and asked if he could pick one, and to
my surprise it was a No. My brother and I could not stop laughing
and had to sit down till we regained composure.
Process: On the streets and in
a variety of public places I will approach people asking them
the question, "Do I have the Perfect Body?"
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