East Williamsburg Photos Du Jour: Zeitgeist

I could tell something was afoot when I passed a youth wearing a t-shirt which read as follows:

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

Have a nice day.

If there’s one thing I have observed about East Williamsburg over the years it is its citizens do not mince words. This is a large reason why I find this neighborhood so endearing: they say whatever is on their mind. CASES IN POINT:

I encounter this pup on Lorimer Street. When I inquired of his “person” as to what his friend’s name was he replied:

Give me your phone number.

To wit I replied:

If he has a cell phone— and I trust he does— I’ll be more than happy to program it into his phone since I have opposable thumbs.

It took a moment, but he got the joke and ‘fessed up that this— his— dog has no name. He asked me to give him one— and I did: Amos. As I have mentioned fairly recently, I grew up with a bulldog with just this name as a kid. That was a good enough reason as any so it stands: Amos it is!

Montrose Avenue

While no explanation is given methinks what happened here is pretty clear: this person had his (her?) bike stolen. I can only wonder what Janice Sadik Khan would think of this. But I digress. As I continued down the street— pondering the fact this act of theft came to pass a mere five minute walk from the 90th Precinct all the while— I stumbled upon this.

Wow, they really do have a problem here.

I thought to myself. And this.

Yup.

And last— but hardly least— this find from Graham Avenue

I will readily admit my command of Spanish (or pretty much anything for that matter) was not up to par today— it was one of those days. We all have them. But the message gets across nonetheless.

I love a happy ending! *sigh*

Miss Heather