This should be good. A street preacher in a leather jacket is standing on the corner and screaming about Jesus. The tykes across the street are laughing and waving their My Little Ponies and inflatible weapons at him. Everyone else is tuning him out.

Sweet. A teenage girl is now arguing with the preacher. She just yelled: "There's four year olds out here waiting for a parade and the last thing they want to hear about is Satan killing them and the wrath of God!"

Good point.

This has shut him up. He's now heading up Broadway towards the Schnitz. I heard him mumble as he passed me by: "I'm just trying to talk about going to Heaven. It's an exciting thing."

Awesome.

Damn, it's cold out here.

Labels: Rose Festival, stupidity