Lollygagging in front of the hotel on Market Street with Wilson, Bruce and Max..
Yes, I said “lollygagging.” We were literally gagging on lollys.
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Now why did I find myself smiling through this whole thing? And chuckling no less whenever you poked your mug into the scene. Lollygagging the lollygaggers indeed.
You smiled because it’s FUNNY, and I am a subtle genius at the craft of epic film-making
Oh, very true, sir. No argument from me on that score.
To be totally honest, I was taking a chance.. often we get some very strange characters who approach us to panhandle change or ask for a cig when we’re standing out there. Yesterday nothing happened before the cam battery died on me. I edited down about 15 minutes to the five you see.
I’ll take it down again sometime and only post video if I get some entertaining characters on there. Life on Market can be exhilarating, just not during those 15 minutes yesterday.
Just when you want to show your friends the cute trick the cat does with a feather…
Exactly. The guy on the right of the frame, who you don’t see much, is my buddy Max. Great guy. He always goes down for a smoke and he gets hit-up for an extra cig like every 15 minutes by some of the strangest characters you can imagine. He never gives one of course, too expensive.
One day he had a stoned-out chick approach him while I was standing there and she offered to trade a menthol cig she’d picked-up off the sidewalk for one of his. Max responded, “Now why in the world would I trade you a fresh out of the pack cig of the brand I’ve chosen for some dirty menthol thing you picked up off the sidewalk?” She cursed us both out and then threw the menthol cig at ME, and I hadn’t even said anything.