I took a circuitous root home from work tonight and found myself on the south bound R train heading to Times Square.
The gentleman across from me was a teacher - some papers fell out of his notebook and as I picked them up of the subway floor for him, he made a remark about his students. He then pulled a fine black marker out of his jacket pocket, slowly and discreetly looked around the subway car, chose a subject, and started to sketch.
I love New York.
The gentleman across from me was a teacher - some papers fell out of his notebook and as I picked them up of the subway floor for him, he made a remark about his students. He then pulled a fine black marker out of his jacket pocket, slowly and discreetly looked around the subway car, chose a subject, and started to sketch.
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