The doorman to the building I live in knew me when I had a big beard, and he really liked it. He even began growing a beard after I began hanging around. Then I shaved it, and next day he shaved his whole head. We are in grooming-sync, I guess. Does this make us "bristle-brothers", or something like that? "Fluff-friends"? "Mane-misters"?
It is so cold right now, which is made worse by the strong winds, that the pedestrians are running through traffic a little more crazed then usual. They are trying to get to their destination faster, road-raged drivers be damned. Not a good mix. Good thing the roads are not icy. I went out for groceries, and the cold was so bad that it hurt. Reminds me of Canada. Canada came to New York City for the week. I don't have my protective chin-scarf anymore.
My friend "Mr. Donuts" went skateboarding in Central Park, and he said he had the whole park to himself because no one wanted to go out into the cold. So he was able to zip down the paths without those obstructive pedestrians slowing him down. Crashing is more fun at high speeds, you know.
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