Thursday, July 19, 2012


Walking down Bowery one afternoon, I heard him shouting.  He got louder and more impassioned as I looked up and met his eyes.  Smoke snaking from his cigarette, he persisted with his unintelligible angry screaming.  I'd intruded on his dream of the outside world.

Creepy Guy


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