With so much speculation about the impending doom of the nation, I thought I would find out the word on the street. Here are some thoughts I heard this week.

“Who the HELL are Bob Daly and Terry Semel?”  (Mid 40’s tourist couple)

“So. now I have overdose guy on my couch. Who has time to deal with that?” (50’s guy with a bushy ponytail)

“You never believed in my dreams!!!” (Mid 30’s guy outside of a play down the street yelling at some girl

“My mom keeps saying she’s coming but I know she’s not.” (Early 20’s hipster woman) 

“NO dummy! Use a rag. It’s leaking acid” (40’s cabbie)

“We are looking for a Luciano type, like the Italian Horror movie actor.” (20’s guy in Rastafarian hat outside of the Internet Café.)

“How can you not have veggie burgers?” (20’s Indian looking guy in Burger King)

“Gimme a high five! C’mon Gimme a high five! C’mon kid…” (“Spiderman” in front of the Chinese Theater)

“No, no, no- you could never withstand a full force body blow from me” (“Superman,” in front of the Chinese Theater)

“He came out at five pounds but he should be up to seven in the next few weeks” (Hollywood High Student)

and then there was this exchange:

My local homeless guy: I got hit by a car for the first time.

Me: I’m sorry, are you okay?

My local homeless guy: Don’t be sorry, it was a miracle!

So, there are still miracles everywhere on the street.

Word.