Drunkards Cloak

Then...

And Now...

Obama, I'll Do You One Better Than Your Planned Social Reforms...

(which will probably never come into fruition).   A trained monkey could do PR, so why not give a homeless guy a shot? 

Name: Bill-Bow-Baggins
Address: 4th Park Bench (on the left) from the St. Marks and Ave A entrance of Thompkins Square Park
Phone: The pay phone on Eldridge and Houston

Objective: If Fiddy can make it, why oh why can't I?

Education
School: of Hard Knocks
Major: League Baseball... I remember back in the day when me and The Great Bambino used to be best friends.  I used to know lots of famous people before I became homeless.  Once I had tea with Queen Elizabeth.  Then I got HIV.

Experience:
None, but I read the tabloids everyday, then steal them for bedding.

Budget Entertainment

First an explanation of what's going on here: homeless man outside bar window, blowing up balloons using the carbonation from a soda bottle, in the rain.

Because people's discretionary income is down like the economy; why spend money on Broadway's live entertainment when you can be delighted by the shenanigans of a man that lives under a park bench?  For the grand finale?  He should consider throwing some mentos in that soda bottle and spraying his adoring onlookers... SeaWorld is now obsolete.

Derelict Series

A tribute to NYC's homeless population.

Exciting Siting... Bare Foot: The Story of a Foot Pas

While smoking a cig at the Empire Hotel I saw these two and watched as our barefoot belligerent beast desperately tried to pick up this innocent bystander.

This is what ran through mind...
 "Where are your friends?   Someone needs to put an end to this.  I wonder when she is going to pull out a slice of pizza from her purse and start beasting on the ground.  He's stopped responding why are you still talking to yourself.  Have you ever heard of flats? I wish my phone had video and not just a camera.  OMG do I act like this when I'm drunk?"

I'm Too Sexy For My Leg Warmers (Especially During the Summer)

You know you're trying too hard when your wearing leather pants and leg warmers on the hottest day of the year... 104 fucking degrees... I don't sweat that.

Nude Fix(ie): Natural American Spirits

Saw these three while running over the Williamsburg Bridge; because hipsters are running out of "original"/"ironic" things to do and wear I guess clothing all together is now optional... at least their sticking to their Williamsburg roots... not riding their fixie bikes, but walking them along as the summers must have hipster accessory.


A song about hipsters...
Accidental Hipster