For a week, a curious street fair has been parked right outside of my apartment.
It's apparently to celebrate a saint or a feast of a saint or something holy for the church down the street (I'm Catholic, can't you tell?).
This guy is right outside of my door and I can hear him yelling unfunny epithets at passersby to spur them into buying and throwing balls.
This part of Brooklyn is very Italian and Puerto Rican, so the crowd is split about half and half.
There are also a lot of cops standing around, for no particular reason.
I'm more than looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow, bumming around the farmer's market and checking out a few bands in the city. O summer, you sultry minx.