Friday Night, Bedford Ave
Whatever Williamsburg ever was, it's this guy now.
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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