A direct line to the president

on the corner of prince and broadway there is this man.
I made sharon wait so I could photograph.
I notice the red phone by his side.
He says 'i am keeping an eye out on things.'
he picks up the phone.
'mr president, there is a pretty girl talking to me right now.'
I say 'if you are big brother then we are in good shape. I don't mind.'
he laughs and tells me to wait as he draws something.
He hands me a page, a heavy smooth stock. It says 'death is a sleeping beauty.'
he says 'i hope you comprehend that.'
I turn around and all the passer bys watching, smiling and photographing.
But not interacting.

sent from my treo phone