Some Sick Jazz

My wife is getting ready for work this morning and I'm lounging about since I work from my home office downstairs. Its just getting daylight outside, and my wife is near the dining room table, putting her laptop in its case when she spots some movement across the street. She moves to the window for a closer look. Our dining room has two windows. She asks me to look out of the second and see if that's our neighbor on his front porch. Now, my neighbors experience a lot of foot traffic and often have visitors, so we are always looking across the street to see what's going on. The front porch is basically a concrete slab with 3 steps set into an archway. When my wife looks out of the window it appears, she says, that the oldest guy who lives there is on the front porch and he seems to be having some type of siezure. I can't see good from my window, so I move around to her window and ask that she step to the side so I can see. HOLY SHIT! That dude isn't siezing, he's snapping his carrot! I don't know if he was creating some theater for whoever or couldn't focus indoors. Either way, I hope I don't see that shit again.