Damn It Feels Good To Be A Gnomsta
As I strolled through the neighborhood, the sound of "Chopsticks" playing on the breeze, I encountered the top G running the streets of Roscoe Village.
And by that I mean, this guy:
It's been said he controls everything in this neighborhood, from the music (strictly rudimentary piano ditties) to the traffic. And you don't want to get on his bad side, just look what he did to this small colony of sea anemones - and they don't even live here!
Or this unfortunate soul, forever entrapped by this tree, sentenced to never retract his tongue inside his mouth again.
He even steals items from poor unsuspecting human children to sell them on the black market!
Don't let his compact appearance fool you, he's to be avoided at all costs! I was lucky to snap a photo unnoticed, much less walk by with out a problem. But, despite all his vileness, I think most could agree
. . . Damn it feels good to be a gnomsta . . .
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