| Cycle of (NYC) Life |
| Wednesday, 05 March 2008 | |||||
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I hear a second voice thrown into the foray of nonsense. Of course, when you have so many people around along with said homeless person cursing and doing all sorts of stuff, things are bound to happen. From what I remember, the homeless person got into the other person's face trying to start a shove match and the exchange of words went as so: Person A: "Your breath stinks!" I couldn't help but laugh at that last comment because after a year or so without Dave Chapelle (@Comedy Central), his words still ring loud even on this gloomy Wednesday morning. After a few more exchanging of the words, the homeless person calls the other person a 'fag' while walking away. Person A decides to throw his newspaper and a small, black plastic bag (like the ones you get at a deli) at the homeless person. Person A then challenges the homeless to go upstairs to talk to the police. Both eventually make their way up and my train finally arrives. As I step onto the train, I noticed that the black bag and newspaper were still on the ground. The train doors slide shut behind me and as I looked through the door window, another homeless person picks up the black bag. He slowly checks the contents and pulls out a small package of cookies and stuffs it into his bag of belongings. It's amazing to see how things sort of 'work out' in the city. One man's projectile is another man's frustration and another man's breakfast. I guess it's another reason why I enjoy NYC life because if I was still living in NJ, I'd be blogging about something a lot more mundane. Perhaps about a commute on the Garden State Parkway?
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