My Roommate, the Streaker
My old roommate Josh Drimmer was on the cover of The New York Post this morning—naked.
For about a year, starting around the fall of 2003, Josh was one of my roommates in a three-bedroom apartment in Williamsburg (which I’m sadly leaving very soon to move to Washington D.C.). I can’t remember exactly when, because like most shares near the Lorimer 'L' stop, there’s an endless stream of Craigslist-users, 'hipsters,' and—in Postnomenclature—'Brooklyn eccentrics' moving in or out.
So I didn't really know Josh very well—say, well enough to determine whether he was engaged in performance art or a mental breakdown when he ran around Times Square naked yesterday. (Cover aside, the Post offers a slideshow, too.)
But he is a playwright by trade, and a smart witty guy, so it could all be some kind of situationist prank.
Occasionally he had a theater improv troupe over to the apartment, so live performances aren't new to him. But he was usually pretty low-key. And I never saw him eating weird scraps of food, as some anonymous Yalie claimed in the tabloid.
And for the record, I never saw him naked. Until today—on the cover of the Post.
Now that's what I call wood!
Well, at least we know he's an authentic New Yorker -- as pale as a subway alligator...
There is a difference in nudism or naturalism and pornography. Nudism believes in the freedom from the restrictions of clothing, Porn is for sexual gratification. And you may need to check naturistspace.org out there, it's a cool place to meet some new&pure nudist friends... I met many cool like minded friends there.
Ahh the joy of having roommates.
I've had plenty of
roommate matching. From living with a stripper, to living with an alcoholic and a pot head, to living with another alcoholic and a coworker. For instance, the other day I came home to find the sliding door cracked open, beer cans all over the kitchen counter, and one of the chairs flipped upside down, leaning against the couch. It was like the Hulk had come through and had a party.
So I wanna know, what stories do you have of past and present roommates?
tl;dr HULK SMASH!
As a fellow Yalie, I suspect Josh Drimmer's trouser-drop was a gimmick to draw attention to his playwriting career, which may not be taking fire in Manhattan as quickly as he expected upon graduation. Notice he did his streaking in the theatre district, not the financial district. If so, he needs to be reminded that talent alone will determine his success as a writer. If it isn't recognized, chances are it isn't there, and no publicity stunt will transform ambitious mediocrity into genius. And with the humility which comes with maturity, he will find it easier to switch careers if he is not infamous for making a fool of himself.