It's that time of year. Madness. You can smell it in the air. Or perhaps it's just an unidentifiable aroma from your neighbors down the hall. Whatever it is, it's all part of the madness that is March. St. Patty's Day, Basketball, court dates….what? Court dates? Yes my friends, the saga continues. This Friday my roommates and i will continue the legalities of living in Harlem.  It's a long story, but in short, we were scammed and then told we were going to be evicted. We hunted down the landlord, and have been waiting to get our names legally on the lease for months. In other words, madness.

But enough about my worries, let's talk about St. Patty's Day and all the fun that it encompasses. But let's not kid ourselves, it's really just a time where people can find another excuse to get really wasted, wear a costume, and have a parade. And in that parade invite a professional mascot. Perhaps the New Jersey Devil. And in this parade yell and mock at the Devil because they are a fan of an opposing NHL team like the Rangers. As if this costumed character doesn't have enough issues of his own, he needs to be mocked at by adults and little kids saying, "you suck, go Rangers." Or "go back to where you came from, Flyers rule!" Yup. All the devil can do is let reality crash over him like a title wave. A young professional that wears a furry costume and rides in parades while being mocked at by children, he can only smile (because that creepy smile will forever be plastered on the mascot's face).

Yes, and on top of that, this sad clown realizes his fate lies in the hands of the judge on whether or not he will be living in the streets or in a feces infested building (both equally as disgusting and unsanitary, quick reminder, there is HUMAN WASTE in my elevator at any given time). So have fun. Drink your green beers and wear your orange beards. But when it's over, and you awaken from your drunken slumber, you take off the beard and four leaf clover hat and return to reality. Not me. Nope. I will put the mask back on and attend a library's grand opening, or perhaps stand still for an hour while kids draw me for an art class. Madness. Or should i say sadness? A grown man who puts a costume on to make ends meet. That's my reality.

Well, whatever the case, i have this one constant to look forward to: NCAA March Madness. Who will win? Nobody knows, that's why it's madness. If you knew who would win, it would be called March Predictability. In which case no one would watch or have pools because everyone would just get their money back. Yup, that would not be madness, but sadness as well. But c'mon, it's not like that so cheer up. But you know what is predictable? Someone relieving themselves in my elevator and/or hallway. Yup. That's not madness, just sick.