At Home With the Homeless in NYC

Vagrants sleep in New York City’s Penn Station

I don’t know if he was one of the regular Penn Station homeless contingent or just a mentally imbalanced indigent, escaping the New York City winter cold for a few hours. He grabbed my jacket sleeve, punched me in the arm, and screamed that I had stolen his motherfucking job, motherfucker.

I shook him off and went to the back of the line at Central Market to buy lunch. He ambled down the corridor. A minute…