October 10, 2013
I have taken to strolling around the city with a telescoping periscope affixed to my head in a special harness/contraption fashioned by a man named Ivan who lives just down the street, whose acquaintance I made several weeks ago when he found me bouncing on a pogo stick outside his window so I could catch a glimpse of him in his studio apartment playing the violin at dusk. Rather than being angry at the invasion of his privacy, he was delighted, but said, "There must be a better way, my friend." And this, beneath my top hat, is it. Voila!