8.15.2003

every so often someone would appear out of the crowd, slightly crazy and slightly drunk, wide-eyed and hilarious, soaked and stinking. they knew exactly what was going on--where to go and which bronx busses were where, ecetera. the difficulty was communicating it: they spoke in dialect, gesticulated wildly, offered a bottle of water and their seat...

...freaks with the nerve to act like angels...

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