I was walking down Washington Street in the West Village. Right near the UPS facility there is this wide expanse of street. Nothing around. And still, some dope managed to hit this sign and bend it over.
I can't stay away from Coney Island. I watched this man hand out tickets from this tiny little ticket booth. I imagined him with his bottle of soda and ticket despenser, sitting there for hours at a time. What a weird job sitting in that little booth.
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