LIBRARY OF (SEXUAL) CONGRESS
On Sunday, the first truly glorious day in what would become a nice run of them, you, a young man in an army jacket, bummed several people out by standing in front of the Central Library in downtown Seattle remarking on the general fuckability of every woman who came within harassing distance of the revolving door. You rated them. You made grunting sounds. “That,” you remarked, “is an ASS!” And it was, it’s true, an ass. No one confronted you, least of all us, which is a shame, but you did get several contemptuous looks from women as they passed, though they didn’t deter you in the least. Maybe you were blinded by the sun? Or perhaps a larger obliviousness was at work.
DEATH DEFIER ON DENNY
We saw you, a man in your 20s, biking east on Denny near Boylston on a Thursday morning while texting or making a song selection on your phone with one hand. At least you were wearing a helmet…