The Guy at Union Square
If you’re a guy and you’ve been to Union Square, chances are you’ve run into Barry. He’s the too tan guy with spiked up hair and those sunglasses that all the people who want you to think they have lots of money wear. You know — the sunglasses that have the silvery tinted lenses that don’t really block the sun and a frame that’s barely there.
Barry stands on the sidewalk and tries to convince you to go around the corner to some place that sells $300 shirts. If I pay $300 for a shirt, that shirt better be able to do a song and dance for me. Or it should be a magic shirt that will let me fly. I’d pay $300 for a magic flying shirt.
I’ve been approached by Barry so many times, we’re now on a first name basis. I think his name is Barry. It might be Brad. Suddenly Brad or Barry was revealing his deepest secrets to me. He told me he’s in recovery and he blew a $25K inheritance shopping. But he got his teeth fixed. Well, his eye teeth got fixed. The thing is, I didn’t ask him anything. I just told him that he approaches me all the time and I’m just never going to pay $300 for a shirt. Then he told me his name and started telling me all this stuff. He also told me the guy who runs the store he works for went and choked the owner of some other store warning the guy never to try and get Barry to promote his store.
There’s some CRAZY stuff going on out there if you take a minute to scratch a little below the surface. I didn’t even scratch below the surface. The stuff below the surface came out and grabbed me.
