Every party needs a pooper . . .

This guy's been a fixture at Pride since 2019, and he's very much a one-note samba.

I said Good Morning to him as I walked by, and he asked me if I was "born again."

He didn't know me, so I simply reached back into the 1980s and replied, "I got it right the first time," and sailed on in maiden meditation, fancy-free.

I fond out later that he had told a young man that he should set fire to himself. (tsks) Hardly 'christian' behavior.