Literally, he’s  just wandering around yelling “woooo . . . . . woooooooooo . . . woo . . . wooooo” at the top of his lungs.  He’s been here for about 20 minutes and he doesn’t seem to be tiring or going anywhere (although i don’t imagine he has a packed schedule of activities that he needs to get to.  I’m guessing he doesn’t have to hurry home to prep for his guest lecture at Columbia tomorrow).  I don’t think he’s yelling at anybody in particular, I think he just wants to yell. It is quite humid out tonight. . . maybe he’s woo-ing at the humidity. I think I’ll just wait him out. Lowering the front shade . . .

Are you supposed to call the cops in this situation? Should I call 911 or is that overkill? Is there a better number for non-emergency, but still annoying situations? Although this sounds really cowardly, I think it’s better to just let it go. No need to make an enemy. Especially a slightly deranged enemy who clearly has time on his hands.

Ok . . . situation averted. An FDNY ambulance (I was unaware that the Fire Department had ambulances, but whatever) pulled up and shoo’d him away. Literally. They didn’t even get out of the ambulance, they just shined a light on him, and spoke to him over the radio/megaphone thing. . .”Move along, sir, you can’t stay here”. The crackhead rambled and yelled incoherently for about 5 minutes, but the paramedics didn’t move or respond.  Then the crackhead, who was obviously defeated in the case of nonsensical yammering vs. silence, rode away on a bmx bike, swerving back and forth across the street, all while giving the paramedics the finger.

Classy.