Near Union Square I saw an almost naked man walking north and mumbling to himself. He left a trail of trashcan fires. I ate a dollar slice of pizza and called 911.
Then, on the subway I gave a dollar to a piano, drums, and two tapdancer ensemble. And then a dollar to a father and son duo putting on a puppet show behind a foamcore castle.
Their puppets sang The Beatles and Marvin Gaye, and they made me smile. When I got to Bushwick, which is where I live nowadays, I bought a tall dollar fifty can of Bud Light from the bodega and made myself a blog.