I’m on the NYC subway taking the 2 train from downtown Brooklyn to Times Square. It’s a week from Christmas on a Friday night. The man sitting across from me appears to be half-drunk, although I know he isn’t. He is smiling and I see his speech is a direct result of his almost toothless mouth. Still, his words doesn’t always make sense. His mind isn’t altogether and I’m wondering how he got that way. But my heart is breaking for the boy who’s sitting at the very end of the train cart with his hood over his head, slumped over. “Hey, son!” Yells out the almost toothless man. “Take a picture…
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