After work today I had to get out into the city and found my myself being magnetically pulled toward Union Square–which my life has been in some way, shape, or form been centered around since I moved to NYC.
In the square there was a young guy with a megaphone loudly informing everyone that “they will die in a burning inferno of flames as the lord returns”. He reminded me of a guy I ran into in Rurrenabaque, Bolivia.Apparently, Judgement day is not going to be good times for the sinners and Jesus is going to kick some serious ass. On a bright note he was getting jeered pretty loudly by the surprisingly big group surrounding him. I think it was mostly tourists snapping pictures. He was positioned right next to the 20 deep New York Roller Blading club (who are going to burn as well). There was a psychic reading tarot cards, a juggler, and a dude carrying around a sign that read “shaman healer”. Now, I have met a few shaman in my day (traveling in the Amazon), and I am pretty sure this guy was just a hippie with a clever marketing scheme.
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