Here's to crazy.
Here's to the Midtown Majorette. Here's to that lone lunatic who's idea of fun is to dress up in a hybrid tutu/drum major's uniform, hoist a baton and prance about piedmont park tooting his whistle and marching in time to a beat no one else takes the time to hear.
Here's to the old guy on Ponce with the bicycle shorts and the massive schlong.
Here's to New York's Naked Cowboy.
Here's to street preachers and guys on cartoon bicycles. Here's to the end is nigh types and buskers and the cross dressers that don't shave their legs.
Here's to all of you that make life that bit more colorful, even if you are all a bunch of nutters.