Source: Brassy: I was walking in New
York City. In the middle of the sidewalk there was a brassy statue of a man standing there pointing into the air. I was looking up to see what the brassy statue was pointing to. I saw nothing. I looked back at the brassy statue and now he was pointing at me. He was a man pretending to be a brassy statue. He was perfectly covered in brassy paint and didn’t move again. He was awesome. Only in New York City.