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.](/zewski/sites/nbd8/files/styles/source_ratio_600/public/images/photographs/snapshots/2017/06/leering/leering_boguszewski_20170609-0008.jpg?itok=3Lhw-Fx_)
![Man on curb, drunk, and leering. Man on curb, drunk, and leering.](/zewski/sites/nbd8/files/styles/source_ratio_600/public/images/photographs/snapshots/2017/06/leering/leering_boguszewski_20170609-0010.jpg?itok=iDAWGt4t)
![Man on curb, drunk, and leering. Man on curb, drunk, and leering.](/zewski/sites/nbd8/files/styles/source_ratio_600/public/images/photographs/snapshots/2017/06/leering/leering_boguszewski_20170609-0011.jpg?itok=4R7SP5av)
![As seen through my car's backup camera, a man on the curb, drunk, and leering. Man on curb, drunk, and leering.](/zewski/sites/nbd8/files/styles/source_ratio_600/public/images/photographs/snapshots/2017/06/leering/leering_boguszewski_20170609-0003.jpg?itok=TVra53UX)
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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