Everyone grabbing the pole, first person to let go loses.
The platform crowd at Fulton. A guy came up to me, interested in my activities. He asked if I was a cartoonist and wanted me to draw him. He had actually been in my line of sight earlier, but had move about too much. I told next time he needed to stand still.
Catching some Zs on the 4.
Reading the paper with file folder perched on the garbage can at High St.
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