And it's not just confined to St. Patrick's Day
Residents of an Upper East Side high-rise are being driven out of their minds — and apartments — by a homeless man who drunkenly sings at the top of his lungs all day and night.
The caterwauling crank has been plaguing the Saratoga condo tower at East 75th Street and First Avenue, where he sits on the edge of a cement planter and screams out freestyle lyrics of a decidedly personal nature.
“You don’t want me, you don’t want me . . . Will you love me? Who will love me?” he is heard yelling out in a sing-song voice in a nighttime video recorded by a resident.
In one recent performance witnessed by The Post, the trashy troubadour got even more intimate, if not downright gross, belting out in broad daylight, “I have a tiny d- -k!” in between slugs from a 22-ounce can of Coors stashed in a brown paper bag.
The NYPD identified the crooner as Damond Hood, 41, and said he had been busted 15 times since 1999, most recently in February for trespassing inside a nearby 7-Eleven store. He was also hauled off to the hospital for acting out on March 1 and March 8, cops said.
Residents say Hood’s foulmouthed repertoire keeps them from getting any shut-eye and has left them at their wits’ end.
One young mother said she and her hubby even broke the lease on their third-floor apartment — where “we literally look at him all day” — to flee to Long Island with their little boy.
“We both work here in the city, and our plan was to stay here for at least two years. [Hood] wakes our son up. He’s 11 months old. We are all suffering,” she fumed.
“We work hard, and when we come home we want to enjoy our evenings and our weekends and we can’t, so we’re moving.”
Say what you will about our boring suburban town and its lack of colorful street characters, we don't have this (mostly because our cops roust 'em and load them on a one-way trip to Bridgeport, but whatever works).