My name is Hudson Lines and I'm on the internet:
yesterday morning, at a bus stop on myrtle ave in ft greene (my flickr).
i’m rarely patient enough to wait for the bus. the reward isn’t really an improved commute time, so much as a chance to observe the quirky morning bustle of the avenue. on most mornings this guy hangs out in the bus shelter holding a medium sized boombox by a duct tape strap. he’ll set it on the bench, playing music loudly from the radio, as he mutters to himself and ocassionally does a little yelling. i once heard him say that he’s waiting to make sure his daughter gets on the goddamn bus. he never gets on himself.
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