New York
As soon as I walk out of the Time Square Bus Terminal at 4:30 AM, gypsy cab drivers surround me. Asking me if I want a ride or where I am going.
New York
The shining lights of 42nd Street make night and day the same. You can only tell what time it is by the number of people and cars out on the street.
New York
Waiting for the train, a trio of Jazz-men are standing on the platform. Using their instruments as seats.
New York
Homeless people, handicapped in their wheel chairs. Passed out on their portable seats while college girls with bicycles are coming back from their morning exercise on the train.
New York
My kind of town.
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