A lesson in irony

The other day i was going about my business at The Strand as usual. In my attempt to get down a book from the top shelf, another one came tumbling down, unexpectedly, and hit me in the head. It was only after I bent down to pick up the book that I saw the title... This Is Going to Hurt. Indeed.

sometimes I go to the park just to see who will sit down on my bench

The other night, it was this well-dressed but presumably homeless old man. He spoke in a thick French accent though he claimed to be from China and instead of booze, he carried a red duffle bag full of old, worn-in books. I guess my 'mistake' if you will was making eye contact with him as he ambled by. I couldn't help myself. Before I knew it, he was sitting at my side and asking me all sorts of crazy questions. When I mentioned that I had been an English major, he asked me what single line of literature would be on my lips right before I died. wow. He also asked me if I thought he were crazy (to which I responded that I thought people were never entirely crazy or entirely sane, but a unique combination of the two).

I never know what I will encounter at McCarren Park. Once, I saw two guys, decked out in full armor, holding a medieval-style duel. Amazing.