Walking through Union Square last night, I came across this guy with a sign I couldn’t resist: 6’7″ Jew will rap for you.
OK, I thought, rap for me.
I forked over five bucks — what most people “donate” I was told — and, improv theater style, called out some prompts. And right there, outside Breads Bakery (Editor’s Note: If you haven’t tried to the babka, you haven’t lived), I was treated to some spontaneous “flow” from a dreadlocked “vibrating vegan” named (I think) Kurzweil.
Apologies for my background giggling. I guess rhyming “not Baptized” with “circumcised” really got me.