Yoshi does his thing Sundays at Astor Place. Basically he injects a hip shimmy into the break-down-on-the-ball-carrier football drill while banging on a tambourine, and keeps at it for hours – it's 8pm here; he'd been going since 6. He's either from Nagasaki or Yokohama (was a long three blocks home), works part-time in a Chelsea gallery, and as you can probably guess just wants to make people happy. Front/Back, his other sign reads “This is all I can do...”/“...But you can do anything”.
Kind of him to say, but I seriously doubt I could run in place for two straight hours.
Crucial Update: Apparently Yoshi's thing is more varied -- his website has youtube links to him dressed up as a pharoah and, under the title "naked comedian certified by my parents", running in the buff, down the beach.
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