Yesterday's Park Victory

I have two statements about the homeless drug addicts that haunt Washington Square:

The first is "go the fuck away".

The second is "gimme two years and I'll help you."

Both are true. I will help them. They're first on the list for help from their Congressman after I win. But until then, the homeless drug addict men who think stumbling around with their pants down is cool, will find out otherwise. And stop, and go.

Yesterday just such a boy was "hanging out" by the cafe. I think it was the same one from the day before. Regardless, he was there yesterday. After my third lap around the racetrack (outer paths), he was still there. That's more than 20 minutes. That's enough time to stand in one spot being conspicuously unnerving to women.

I'm sorry he's homeless. If I could tar and feather the billionaires for making him so I would. I will, soon. 

But I wanted him to stop being strange and get the fuck out of The Park. So I stopped nearby. His new, now closest neighbor on the grassy area.

I made myself conspicuous to him. And not in a friendly way. I started my radio show and walked near him in varying ways, talking the whole time. Talking about him but not so he could be sure I was.

I was trying to be as crazy and annoying to him as he was to everyone else. This is the opposite of what I try earnestly to do to you, mademoiselle. I try to not be crazy or annoying at all if I can help it. But I am in show business. :0)

It's all in my latest radio episode. You can hear me talking about him. The "b/m/m" reference is "boys/men/males" He was one of the two I meant. It didn't take long and he moved. 

The cops couldn't make him move -- he technically wasn't breaking the law. I made his ass move. That's what I'm the best in the world at: 

Making Men Move.

Which lurking weirdo am I going to make mosey today? Send me suggestions.