Andre

When Adnre sat down with me in Bryant Park, it was hard not to notice two things about this man: his tooth on the upper-left of his mouth, drooping through his lip even when his mouth was closed; and the Star of David necklace he wore outside his black turtleneck sweater.

He sat down and told me about both.

I sat down at a picnic table in the North West Corner of Union Square Park with my sign at 11 o’clock. At 11:02, Charlie came by with his friend. He obviously had something to say, and his friend was pushing him to sit and say it to me. Charlie sat down and said: “Here’s my story” and started talking. One minute later, he said: “And that’s my story!” Then he just got up and left.