This fellow was camped out on a green folding chair, shirt off, thick magazine in hand. No one else was on that stretch of 30th Street, walking or biking or sitting on stoops; he looked something like the king of the Queens summer.
This fellow was camped out on a green folding chair, shirt off, thick magazine in hand. No one else was on that stretch of 30th Street, walking or biking or sitting on stoops; he looked something like the king of the Queens summer.