so… a scene i witnessed a couple nights ago begs the question… what is it exactly that differentiates us from a third world country?  mind you i can think of things, but the one that is not part of it is being any more or less cultured.  let me put it more simply:  men pissing in the street.

alexia and i were talking in the car in central square when a silver volvo pulls up… 1st- man gets out of the back seat drivers-side, whips out his dick and starts pissing behind the wheel of the car… yes we are RIGHT THERE and he doesn’t notice.  2nd- back seat passenger-side gets out whips it out and starts pissing between the cars… still no notice.  3rd. Passenger gets out walks up on sidewalk and starts pissing through someones fence… now is when our thunderous laughs are heard.  pissing man 1. gets back in the car before we snapped the joyous occasion on the iphone.  heh heh heh…

here they are, the three pissing men of washington st.  (apparently not that different from the three pissing men of columbia st.)

i venture to say that it’s not very different from kolkata india, except these guys didn’t know we were there… but once they did they started dancing… cause what else is an embarrassed guy to do?  Or maybe it’s the secret male pee-dance, and we should count ourselves as — dear reader please sense the sarcasm in my words love, molly– lucky.