Are you Spring or Anti-spring? I've started my own list of Strangers for you to measure yourself against.
FEATURED VIDEO As for the video to the right, Skater Bob grabbed my camera, skated away and handed it back to me 5 minutes later with what you see here. Judge for yourself, because you're guess is as good as mine.
Photo by Normal Bob
Yeah, I'm sorry to tell you, Kris Kringle Boy-lover is indeed "Spring."
I never said you were gonna like it, or you had to snuggle with it on a park bench. I'm just sayin' "You know it's Spring when..."
And you definitely know it's spring when middle age "Where's Waldo" polishes his dentures and pulls out the quarter grand Hip Hop Bugle Boys.
Again, I'M SORRY! I didn't say this would be easy, but yes, Spring is most definitely Gay California Grunge.
It may fill your heart with hate, or an illustration of why Kurt Cobain blew his brains out, but colorful homemade patchwork overalls on a West Coast hippy plopped down in an East Coast city is one of the unpleasant, but necessary farts of Spring.
There is nothing more Anti-spring than the hell-bent street preacher in sweatpants, velcro shoes and a black Hawaiian shirt buttoned all the way to the top button, with his Bible & his Union Square luggage.
We all know these are both your street clothes and your pajamas. Little do you know you shout this louder than scripture.
And Spring has returned when Wendel is out irritating everyone at the park, but Wendel also takes shits in grabage cans then tries to touch your face while you're eating lunch at the park. It's a puzzle.
He's Spring because he's always colorful and dancing all around, but he's Anti-spring because he wears and eats actual poopy garbage, which isn't Spring-like at all!