Random
So as I was walking to the subway on 28th Street I passed something. There was a man, lying on the sidewalk. Just lying there. There was a police man standing over him writing up a report. Was he dead, drunk, or sleeping? I'll never know. I calmly crossed the street and continued on my way without looking back.
The thing that bothers me about this is that I completely forgot about it. You would think that would be like my story that I told everyone that day. No. The only one I told that day was Sal. I told Brian a day later, and forgot to mention it to anyone else.
Have I become that jaded of a New Yorker that seeing people lying on the street has absolutely no effect on me?
The thing that bothers me about this is that I completely forgot about it. You would think that would be like my story that I told everyone that day. No. The only one I told that day was Sal. I told Brian a day later, and forgot to mention it to anyone else.
Have I become that jaded of a New Yorker that seeing people lying on the street has absolutely no effect on me?