People, if I could make this up I would, but I swear on Junkyard Dog's mother that on my way home from work today I ran into Rowdy Roddy Piper! He was coming out of the Sheraton on 53rd and 7th, in full costume with "no fear" shirt, leather jacket and kilt!
This is why I love New York. Shit like this couldn't possibly happen anywhere else in the world. At least not this randomly.
Not just another nut in a kilt...
