In New York there is never a shortage of things to see. It is one of my favorite parts of this city. Nothing is ever the same.
The other day I saw one of the saddest things ever, two people (probably in their mid 20s) begging for money while the man injected the woman with a hypodermic needle. It was heartbreaking and I walked by wishing there was something I could do. There wasn't.
Today I saw the other end of the spectrum and wishes I could jump in and get a graffiti lesson! I wasn't invited, but wouldn't that have been a cool story? If I said, and then one guy handed me a paint can?!
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