“I’m walkin here. I’m walkin here.”

To the drivers of the Lincoln Urban Assault Vehicles…the Range Rovers…the smarty Smart Cars my ex wife finds to be cute….I’m watching you.

Forcing cripples to move faster, old yentas to curse, and fat vagabonds second thoughts upon actions committed; a crosswalk is a crosswalk.

Swerving around turnabouts on Park, tight corners in the lower East side; maniacal driving on side streets as if in Paris….no one dares.

My message is clear. I weigh 300 pounds, disheveled hair, always foaming at the mouth when yelling out loud for a kingdom long gone……

I’m watching you.

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