Feb 11
This one time, I was walking down 9th Ave. singing along to “Under Pressure” on my iPod a little more audibly than I should have been doing in public. Making eye contact with a homeless man, he glared at me, severely.
“Poor homeless guy”, I thought. “My chirping this Bowie/Queen track must’ve been a crummy thing to see, him being homeless and all.”
It wasn’t until a block or so later that I realized how deserved that glare was- I’d made eye contact with him just as I sang…
