Towards the end of the month I always start to notice a rise in the amount of people trying to make an extra buck on the street. Gotta pay the rent somehow.
Like Poem Boy (who, by the way, told me writing poems on the street is his only job and he averages $15 per hour)... or the guy I saw last night who walks around with a cat on his head and when you comment on it he asks you for money (really mad didn't have my camera)... or this lady who stands out on 2nd ave, listens to music, and splatter paints everything... EVERYTHING... and then sells it. Not exactly sure who buys it, but whatever works, you know?
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