Chaos & Introspection At Mark Lee Lookalike Contest
I never in my entire life thought I’d die at 33 in Washington Square Park, but for a brief second on Friday afternoon around 2PM I thought it was a possibility. I tripped, and really imagined for a split second that I might get trampled as Mark Lee was swarmed by fans rushing him, as he raised hands together, showing both appreciation for them and simultaneously seeming to ask them to step back.
This was my overly anxious brain working in overtime, and there was never a real danger, but it took...