reductivist errands

Incidentally, some of my venom regarding the egregious bitch at the Internet Garage was related to also not accomplishing my other errand in Williamsburg, which was to find the flyer of the guy who posts flyers in Williamsburg. I need the Williamsburg flyerman. I do not want any old flyerman. I want the guy who has all the special connections with weird Bedford boutiques that sell ultra-hip faux-handmade accessories made of recycled lampshades.

Williamsburg flyerman, where are you?