These are the times when not having a camera would have been a cryin’ shame. Danny spotted this guy. And no, he was not in the East Village, he was right in the center of our sleepy little hamlet.
I love his creativity, and marvel at the beautiful execution.
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i could cry but i don't have time 
My son and I are marveling, too. So had ta ask him, “would you ever want a haircut like that?”
“no.”
tg.
So my son is 8 and he was sitting on my lap ( oooh, yes. a brief, nice mamamoment. ) when I wrote that, and I wrote his name at first. And he sees it and says, “this is public.” Ok. The kid can’t even use a computer for anything but games. How does he know this stuff already.