Enter the subway yogi

So, I’m fresh from my holiday hair-cut and this Canadian bastard, Luc, has to appear at Union Square station.

His offer is too juicy to pass up, no?

We chat.

We agree.

His flip-side sign, “Wanna Talk?” didn’t garner as much interest.

He loves me. He’s happy to dismiss my guilt. He says, quite rightly, “Everything you’re worried about is beyond your control.”

Is he Jesus-from-Montreal?

Can only say I was lighter for having stopped to speak with him.