As I write this, I’m sitting on the roof of 209 Pearl Street with a cup of ice cold cider after a long day of work, listening to the Hare Krishnas chant in the distance, and watching strippers roll joints in the alley below. It’s kind of magical.
I was alerted to a series of posts on Facebook yesterday by the increasingly popular “I blame Mark Maynard” tag. I would seem that, in trying to navigate my way though the crowd at this weekend’s downtown “gospel” event, I inadvertently deflected a pack of rabid young evangelists toward a woman who found herself pinned […]
