15) Andrew, the man with a bad cut on his forehead was in great spirits and for some reason spoke to us in broken French, proclaiming “Je ne give a damn pas.” He would not explain the accident that happened to him earlier in the night, but mentioned that his uncle who is a famous new anchor had to spend half an evening in the hospital with him.
16) 2.00 am. Central Park South. A pedi cab driver from Nigeria told us that he has been in New York for 4 years ad he does not like it. He is getting a masters degree in international business and wants to go back home right after he is done to practice it. He has to work as a pedi cab driver to get through his graduate studies.
17) 3pm. Downtown. The night is still young. Bouncer at a club on Hudson and 14th Street.
I wish for everybody to stop killing themselves! Drugs, guns, alcohol, in every way. What matters is to take care of other people. I ran into a homeless guy a few days ago. His hands were so cracked and he had nothing to eat. I gave him something to eat and I gave him my gloves. It wasn’t a big deal, I have 5 other pairs. Too many people want to have this big stuff, but it’s not what matters. What matters is to take care of other people.
I loved this article!! Whenever I walk around NYC, I’m always curious about what the strangers next to me are thinking or what their stories are. Of course I never have the balls to ask them (especially because I don’t want to be punched in the face because I’m being creepy), but this photo essay totally fed my curiousity! It’s amazing to read about all these people — who would have thought a pedi-cab driver was trying to get a degree in international business in order to get the hell out of here? I demand more photo essays!!