|A simpler, less neon Times Square Circa 1990|
This is part two of "Homeless in Times Square." Read part one here.
I decided to head back to the sloping side of the Grace Building off Sixth Avenue, to its confined public seating area. I needed a change in venue and the plaza was a quiet place of normality away from the never-ending hypnotic draw of Times Square. Of all the neighborhoods, I thought, why am I trying to land a job here? But the circumstances were out of my hands. It was all I could do but hope that I would pass muster to an artful couple and their 18-month old. All they knew was that I was a student, a transplant, fresh meat off the bus from New Jersey and still green to NYC’s veritable red-light district.
Funny, it all seemed incredibly normal at the time.
|Drag Queens take a load off--credit|