Friday Night, Bedford Ave

Whatever Williamsburg ever was, it's this guy now.

Man on curb, drunk, and leering.

Man on curb, drunk, and leering.

Man on curb, drunk, and leering.

Man on curb, drunk, and leering.

Man on curb, drunk, and leering.

Man on curb, drunk, and leering.

Man on curb, drunk, and leering.

As seen through my car's backup camera, a man on the curb, drunk, and leering.

June 9, 2017

Whatever Williamsburg ever was, it's a white man, middle-aged, on Bedford Avenue, sitting on the curb, slobbering on an unlit cigar, in front of an Equinox, drunk, and leering, now.

He was lifted up and carried off by a woman, big shopping bag in hand, who came out of the Duane Reade, who I’d guess was his wife.

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