Peacewalker: The murderous pacifist.

The flier read:

"Peacewalker"
The Peacewalker, Mike Oren, has been on a quest across America. The goal he has is "Peace for all Mankind." The Peacewalker survives on public donations from Americans and people from other countries. The Peacewalker has logged (walked) 2500 miles, originating in San Bernardino on September 1, 2004. The Peacewalker is making a bid for the "Presidency of the United States" in 2008. Again, any donation is greatly appreciated. The Peacewalker be in New York in June 2006.

Politically enthusiastic yet "completely incoherent," Peacewalker will threaten to kill "you" in a parking lot either through "the use" of firepower or "blatant abuse of" quotation marks. He was a bearded man who staggered into the Gypsy sometime while I was visiting my beloved Erin. I had gone to her apartment to watch Team America: World Police with her and returned to the Gypsy feeling rather nice. When I walked in the door, Peacewalker was sitting at a table having a seemingly in depth yet one-sided conversation with a drunken leprechaun.

He was rather annoying and slightly belligerent yet mostly harmless until a marine dissagreed with him just four feet to my right. This resulted in a somewhat underwhelming storm of unorignal profanity on the part of Peacewalker that consisted mostly of the word "cocksucker". He then spit in the marine's face; an action that he quickly punctuated with a brief burst of obscenities. I could tell that the marine was willing to overlook this action. Kudos to you, marine. But then things went downhill when Peacewalker went all Jack Frost on the marine and bit him on the nose. Seconds later Peacewalker was airborne after being pushed into a newspaper rack which was directly in front of my feet. By the way, if you bite a marine in the face and all they do is push you down, then he was being polite.

Bob, who was standing on my left side, politely ordered Peacewalker to leave. Peacewalker replied with a string of repetitive "cocksucker"s that sounded almost like a George Carlin CD skipping. At this point I decided to bend down to straighten up the newspaper stand. An action that saved me from yet another head injury seeing as Peacewalker was on my left and the marine was on my right and, had I been standing, my head would have been directly in the path of the chair that Peacewalker launched at the marine.

I very calmly straightened the paper-stand and put the chair back in place while Bob took control of the situation and told Peacewalker many times to leave. Peacewalker once more utilized his favorite word in sparatic bursts as if he were a semi-automatic profanity pistol. Bob stood his ground physically and verbally while I, Brandon, Andrew and several others took a single step closer in case we were needed to subdue this raging pacifist.

Our assistance was not needed as Bob was able to convince Peacewalker that he should wait outside either for a cab or for ...ever.

When a medium-build man who looks like he was kicked out of ZZ-Top for being too intense asks you to do something, it would most likely be unhealthy to deny that request. Peacewalker reluctantly obliged and peppered his exit liberally with subsiding aftershocks of profanity.
Good luck with your political career Peacewalker.