There’s some folks good beer lovers, or pot lovers for that matter, would NEVER want to be associated with: PGA
This is not an only in New York story.
This is an only in Times Square story, in a place where the Beer Man and the Weed Man in a Box can star as the principals; a different Weed Man can serve as the falsely accused; and Alien and the Predator can stand in as the witnesses to a low-rent attack in a high-rent district.
More than six months ago, the Weed Man in a Box, or Weed Head to some, began wandering around the pedestrian plaza at 46th Street and Seventh Avenue, a cardboard box on his head and a sign over his chest, cajoling cash from tourists with a simple pitch: â€œI am the weed man. Iâ€™m too sexy for you to see me.â€
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