Two months later after I last spotted it out for the trash at the end of April, the cursed clown art wood carving made a haunting reappearance in La Plaza. Please someone burn this already!
The land I bought is historic and was involved in an accidental skirmish between settlers and local natives during the French / Indian War. Settled 1754. Attacked by "Indians" 1755. George Brimmer is buried right on the edge of my property.
On the way home I spotted this nightmare wood-carving CLOWN ART out for the trash again. This things keeps getting put out for the trash and then trashpicked...and then put back out for the trash when that person realizes that this is most-likely CURSED! Happy clown-cursed April 2017!
Busy day! Went back to the hotel for a nap.THIS, by the way, is the hilarious / terrifying entrance to my hotel: Hotel upstairs, MEATSHOP downstairs!.
Sure, you're welcome to stay here. As long as you can overcome your fear of the obvious horror-movie danger of us murdering you in your sleep and SELLING YOU AS FOOD in conveniently-located meatshop downstairs. Haven't you seen the movie, Hostel, you idiot?
I was walking down the narrow stone staircase that's cut into the hill that descends to Ellen's house and I almost walked face first right into THIS orb-weaver. Ooof! Look at his spiky legs. He was the size of a quarter, easily!
After the band was finished, a few of our girls went over to talk to the tall girl (and apparently give her a "kissy stamp") but before any further shenanigans could ensue, her ultra-scary boyfriend,complete with Russian Mafia hitman-stare and a black eye (he actually had a black eye!!!) came over and made it clear that he didn't approve of ANY TYPE of shenanigans. Doh!
Sarah making friends with the scary-ass costume guy that stands outside of Ricky's Halloween shop on Broadway for most of the month of October. If you come to NYC during then, watch out for this guy. He stands really still against the storefront pretending he's a statue and then when someone walks a little too close he'll jump out in front of them, or just reach out and touch their face, or my personal favorite, just as someone passes him, he'll start walking behind them really close...people will get like ten feet, sense someone is following them and when they turn around, they're like "AHHHHHHH!" Anyway, Sarah and I stood around for like ten minutes cracking up watching people freak the fuck out.