After last weeks world-wind affair with the media, the crazy super signs author is receiving fan mail. 

I stopped into the discount store that I used to work at, and was immediately asked jokingly if I was involved in the “puppet” receiving all this attention, to which I sheepishly responded with, “well, kind of”. 

He’s referred to as the puppet there because without his teeth in, he kind of looks like a puppet.

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Do you see the puppet in him?

Anyways, I stopped in the store that I used to work, the owner told me that the puppet was in there the initial day that he was in the papers, he stopped in the store all proud about his signs, having at least 20 copies of each paper.  My friend, the owner, said that the puppet’s since been back bragging about getting phone calls from people all over the world, and receiving fan mail from (complete idiots) based out of Florida, Maryland, and Nevada. 

Sidenote…Here’s what some local Bay Ridge people had to say about him- btw, confirming his public stuffed bra wearing by way of cross dressing on his job with the MTA.

Also, on Tuesday night I received calls informing me about camera crews outside his place - because I’m apparently the go to guy about all things Richard Martin.

Then while passing up the block yesterday morning I spotted a one man camera crew from News 12 (it’s some local Bronx news thing, I never heard of it either), setting up to film Martin’s last two signs. 

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If you look behind the camera guy, you’ll notice the gated area that once held the garbage cans.  In their place is a couple of bags of garbage and wet cardboard.  We all know that the cans are inside of the building lobby, and I don’t blame people for not wanting to further stink up and or block their lobby accessibility.

Also, and this is completely random, but you see that green bench?  The city put these green benches all of the neighborhood, to give people places to sit and relax, but in my part of Bay Ridge, I only see people from the alleged drug den milling about them, sometimes nervously waiting for someone, sometimes eating filthy nasty looking things, sometimes looking like death, and other times yelling at each other. 

The benches sort of appear to be the City giving undesirables the legal place to loiter - our tax dollars at work!