|Ronny and his nose stick.|
So I met Ronny at the East Village flea market on the Saturday before Easter. He of course noticed my camera and asked (more like demanded) that I take his picture. So coffee in hand, lens not off, settings not set, I somehow got a few good shots of this nut. And yes, that's a stick in his nose. He pulled it out at one point and mumbled something about it going all the way back to his brain. He then asked me out and gave me his number and email...Yup mom, he's a keeper. We've been inseparable since.