Homeless in McDonald's aka NapVille USA.
The trains stop running:(I wasn’t aware of that at the time. Friday was such a yeah. But I ended up eye resting at about 2:45 a.m. in Grand Central Station with a few homeless people. Humbled me even more or I’ll say got me thinking how grateful I am. Just imagine I can leave later and have a warm bed to get in but they had to stay or find another place to lay down.
As I sat there I wrote a little bit just to pass time. I realized I wrote about three pages and only five minutes had went by. Yeah I was pissed. I offered a homeless man my oatmeal cookies from Subway then he moved over on his cardboard so I could sit down. That was nice but I’m in NY so it’s cold but do something. ADVENTURE!! So I said Phuk! I’m in NY I have another two hours before I can even sit down so let me use my time to do something.
That usually means go find somewhere to get some food. So boom…there it was! McDonalds! Twenty-4 Hours! Oh and by the way my phone was DOA…DEAD! So I went inside, ordered french fries & oatmeal.
Then went into a corner between the soda machine and a wall and called one of my dearest friends ;)
Thanks.
The moral of the story is remember what time the train comes and let people know they’re wack because they may not know.
PHOTO: Grand Central Station when no one is there but myself and some other drunk people.