Editor's Note - Homeless Frank lives in front of the building where I work. I pay him food in return for blog entries. For this one he got a pack of Newports and a ham sandwich. I've corrected spelling and grammar; all thoughts belong to Frank.
Today Homeless Frank shares his thoughts on the recent steampipe explosion near Grand Central.
Powerful mojo under this city. It rides and spreads and sometimes it all comes gushing out like pus from a broken scab.
Lot of you people act all surprised when things like this goes happen but I wasn't. You spend enough time down in the tunnels and tracks and you see all kinds of craziness. There's bottomless pits under these streets, places they don't even wanna think about. Someday everybody's gonna wake up and say "Where the fuck did Times Square go?" Gonna be nothing left but busted neon and a dumbfuck tourist looking down into the hole with a camera.
Lucky Charles stays down in the tunnels more than me. He's crazier than a shithouse rat. Says he's seen lobsters and crabs crawling around down there. Coming up to eat the garbage. Said a lobster snapped his big toe clean off last year. He's full of shit, Lucky Charles lost that toe to the gangrene.
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