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Late Evening. CL and I had finidhed up with our thursday night dinner in park slope and were waiting at the park slope train station. Across the way there was the usual crowd waiting for a manhattan bound train, sitting on benches, standing, leaning on walls.
There was also a guy digging in the trash for something. And I don't mean just casually glancing and poking. He would repeatedly jump up on the steel container and stuff his body in past the shoulders and dig. Every one in a while he'd surface with something and put it in a black plastic bag he had on the ground. Other times he would let out an audible huff over not being able to reach something.
Apparently he was more odd than threatening as nobody made any attempt to move away from him (and a few were literally 5 feet away leaning against the wall).
Posted by Aaron R. Deutsch on June 24, 2007 02:18 PM