You had a buzz cut, American traditional tattoos on your left arm, a green red & cream thin striped shirt on with brown pants & brown converse and you were reading a book I couldn't make out amongst the crowd. You stood opposite of me on the Manhattan bound L train around 10am on July 11th. We locked eyes a few times through my orange tinted glasses. I wanted to say something but you got off on Grand before I could.
Posted: Friday. July 11, 2025.
