I love my hood.

Apropos of nothing...

I'm walking home from the gym today, getting closer to my Carroll Gardens home, and approaching me on the sidewalk is a gentleman well known in the neighborhood. His abdominal protuberence preceeds him like a chariot (I think I ripped that off from James Wolcott's description of Leslie Fiedler). He has a long ponytail, and can often be seen walking his aggressive looking dog while yelling into his cell phone.

He was sans dog when I saw him today, but sure enough, he was on the cell, and boy, did he look mad. His not-inconsiderable face was turning solid crimson as he listened to whatever whoever was telling him. He was not pleased. We were about to pass each other when he said, most deliberately and loudly, "Listen, you FREAK..."

Oh my. This'll be good, I thought.

"The BEATLES are the BEATLES. WINGS is WINGS."

I had to turn a corner, quick. I don't think he would have been pleased to see me crack up.

Comments

[Aaron Aradillas]

"He has a long ponytail, and can often be seen walking his aggressive looking dog while yelling into a cell phone."

I didn't know Steven Seagal lived in Carroll Gardens.

[bill]

You have to admit, he makes a good point.

[Ryland Walker Knight]

Next he probably said, "And a fake leg is a fake leg. Stop your whining! You got paid! You freak!" I, of course, would never say that to anybody, fake leg or no.

[Fred]

No offense, Mr. Kenny, but I've seen you in the neighborhood too and your protuberance rather preceeds you as well. ;)

[Glenn Kenny]

Tell me about it. Why do you think I was at the gym? Just gimme six months or so.