No Fear of Friday Morning Rush Hour!

Do you think you’re brave? Do you scoff at fear? Can you tell really bad racist jokes too? Then this is your twin.

This crazy homeless guy was straddling a lane divider in Friday morning 16th Street NW rush hour traffic, screaming racist jokes at oncoming cars as he professed his fearlessness.

Oh and don’t think it was a momentary loss of insanity, he was going all bravado long enough for me to make an entire Flicker set of his antics.

Later, after he successfully navigated his way, Frogger style, to the curb, he reaffirmed his invincibility to me several times before, overwhelmed by his spittle, I dove into a waiting supermodel’s car for a ride to work.

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Married, mortgaged, and soon to be a father, Wayan Vota is in the fast lane to mid-life respectability – until the day his brood finds his intimate journal of global traveling and curses him with the ever-eternal reply “I’m gonna be just like you, Dad!”

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