Close Encounters

1-27-2005 - 6:34 p.m.

Tonight, on my three block walk home from the subway, I passed a crazy homeless guy walking in the middle of traffic and yelling unintelligibly to pedestrians about being homeless. As if this wasn't exciting enough, then a man passing me on the sidewalk looked at me and said, "Hello Beautiful".

I love living in the city because of the anonymity it offers. I am an un-named walker. I am a blur. I am not memorable. I am no one in particular.

But today's walk home just got way too personal. If I wanted people to talk to me when I walked down the street, I'd move back to Delaware.

Before - After