Thursday, July 4, 2013
A scene on Second Avenue this morning
Two readers described this scene this morning on Second Avenue by the steps of the Ottendorfer Library. Two older men are passed out on the sidewalk. Two other men come by and try to rouse them. Or so it seems.
A passerby on the other side of the street starts screaming at the men standing. Residents in an apartment across the way also yell at the men. There's shouting back and forth.
From the witnesses, it appears that one of the men took money from the two on the ground. The man in the red shirt declares his innocence. He walks into Second Avenue yelling. He comes back to the men on the sidewalk and explains he was actually helping by hiding the money on their bodies. He says that it was too easy to take.
There's more standing and the two finally walk away, still declaring their innocence. They placed the money into the crack of the man's ass.
Someone else walking by promises to call an ambulance. Others pass by walking on the Avenue.
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Sharing a dollar slice on St. Marks Place with your new drinking buddy: One dollar.
ReplyDeleteSpliting a bottle of Olde English 800 with your new best friend: Five dollars.
Getting a new tattoo on your "6 pack" abs with your favorite Crusty drinking buddy: Twenty dollars.
Passing out on 2nd Avenue and having a picture of the two of you posted on the homepage of EV Grieve with the rest of your money stuffed in your butt crack: priceless.
There are some things money can't buy. For everything else, there's CrustyCard.
I saw them. These men were not crusties. They were old sad drunks.
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ReplyDeleteOh this is much better than woo hooers.
ReplyDeleteDisgusting.
ReplyDeleteJust another 4th of July in the east village
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ReplyDeleteA disgrace.
ReplyDelete- East Villager
Yikes. Hope they're okay.
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