At Columbus Circle, a juggler wearing a trench cloak and top hat, who is usually at this location afternoons and who calls himself Stretch Man, performs in front of a small, uninterested crowd; though I smell prey, and he seems worthy of my wrath, I move on in search of a less dorky target. Though if he’d been a mime, odds are he’d already be dead.

I was raised in a climate where I believed in God because I was afraid of going to hell - and I didn&#39;t think that was the right way to fall in love with somebody.

Be attentive instead of filling up the attendance.

Written By Sabeena azeem.

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