Friday, April 10, 2009

Passion Play Going On Outside of My Apartment

Ripped from The Passion of the Christ

It was just another day in my apartment writing and charging people for it, when a GIANT CROWD of people walked down my street, blaring music from a megaphone and JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF, carrying a cross, made his way down my street in the East Village. For a minute, I thought I had been transported back to Israel 2000 years ago, as the scene unfolded almost exactly according to Bible specifications, with Jesus clad in a white robe, acid wash jeans and Timberland boots. Only the cars on the street and the police escorts alerted me to the fact that this was but a passion play, a replica of Jesus' suffering many years ago.

I was on the phone when I heard the doleful sounds of a crowd wailing some lugubrious song, and I screamed "There's a PASSION PLAY GOING ON OUTSIDE OF MY APARTMENT!" hung up and ran out to take pictures. People in the crowd looked at me, disgusted, and I yelled out, "I'm just using it for my blog!" so they were cool with it.


Seeking said...

only in ny! darn it, i wish i lived there sometimes, until i remember that anything less than 70 degrees is freezing to me!

Elie said...

It's not a real passion play unless the Catholics are also being chased by lions. These jokers are total lightweigths.