Today I am thankful for the "sloppy seconds" man on Market Street.
I do not know his name, so I call him that.
I have never spoken to him, but he speaks to everyone.
We do not agree on much, but I look forward to seeing him none the less.
No trip to Union Square is complete for me if I do not hear the "sloppy seconds" man preaching nonsense the good word.
He chants "Sex between a married virgin man and a virgin woman only. NO SLOPPY SECONDS!" repeatedly. I always look for him sitting on the corner and am strangely disappointed when he's missing. This time, I had Nick snap a picture. Apparently he wasn't very discreet. Busted.
A couple nights ago there was an unexpected rain storm that snuck up on the city just as I crawled into bed. The sounds of the rain on the roof and windows as I was snuggled up with a book was just perfection. The only thing better was waking up throughout the night to the sounds of the rain shower continuing.