Your Poor Mother . . .

You know what they say about not quitting the day job . . . this guy actually did it:

Four folks in the group are a self-defined entity, calling themselves the Mortal Beasts and Deities. Hailing from northwestern Connecticut (Falls Village, to be exact), they have made the trek to New York City for three years running, and will stay on their stilts for three hours straight tonight.

“This is an awesome event. We love coming,” says Mark Alexander, who gave up his day job as an art teacher to perform full time. “I want to do this while I still can. It takes balance, rhythm — and lots of ibuprofen.”

Within minutes, the [Greenwich Village Halloween] parade marshals pull back the barricades where Spring St. meets Sixth Ave. The waiting is over. The parade has begun.

Alexander and everyone behind him move eastward, en masse, toward the intersection.

“My mother may be worried about my giving up the day job,” he says. “But look at this spectacle. She can worry all she wants, but I’m certainly not. This is awesome.”