Taylor Square

Right, I’mma just get this out there: I love Taylor Square. There, I said it.
Now just, just hold on a tic before bringing the weight of your serious judgements down upon me will you? Let me tell you why. Because the people watching (my fave past-​time) is just seriously off the Richter, yo. Here’s who you’re guaranteed to see:
— Harmless talk-​to-​themself hobos.
— Natty gay couples in matching vests and the shiniest patent leather shoes you ever saw
— A hammered girl with kebab all over her.
–A junkie couple having an argument over whose turn it is to ask someone for a cigarette
— Pretty teenage girls who don’t know how to walk in high heels but are trying
— Intimidatingly large groups of guys watching the pretty teenage girls with a sort of mildly manic desperation
— A random guy in a tux. Always.
See? Grab an outside table at The Courthouse and watch the carnival of humanity.
If you see a weird guy there doing the same thing don’t worry, it’s probably just me.