Ripped from The Passion of the ChristIt 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.
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2 comments:
only in ny! darn it, i wish i lived there sometimes, until i remember that anything less than 70 degrees is freezing to me!
It's not a real passion play unless the Catholics are also being chased by lions. These jokers are total lightweigths.
--Elie
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