There's a guy on my block who yells & screams at his imaginary friend every day. I guess they don't get along too well.
In the 80's & 90's in the Bowery, Chinatown, LES, etc., there were usually crazies & homeless people all over the place, at least 3 or 4 on every corner, sleeping on the sidewalk. When I was in high school, there was this homeless women who slept in a giant refrigerator box on the sidewalk every night right around the corner from me & I walked passed her every day on my way to school & one morning, I walked passed her & out of nowhere she jumps out of the box at the speed of lightning, scared the shit out me, & she got into a fighting stance, I thought she was gonna attack me, & she starts spitting at me, really far, this women could spit, luckily she didn't get me, & I ran away from her. After that, she didn't bother me for a couple of months so I forgot about it & then all of a sudden, she did it again. I finally started walking on the other side of the street. Eventually she was gone. But I still think of it every time I walk passed that building.
A homeless person once gave me a present.
I remember so many homeless people over the years & I wonder if they're still alive. One time a lady kept saying hi to me in the E train Station every morning & I used to ignore her because homeless people were a lot more aggressive back then & one day she was talking to me & said I saw you the other day walking with your guitar, are you in a band & I would ignore her. About a week later, I was going to work & she stopped me & said, I have a present for you & she's looking through her bags & I said, listen I gotta go to work, I don't have time for this & she says wait one second, I have a gift for you & I said I really gotta go & I started to walk away & she pulled out a guitar pick & smiled at me & handed it to me. I stopped & took the pick & said, thank you so much, that really was thoughtful. She said I found it & immediately thought of you. I felt really bad after that & I kept the pick for a long time, wondering if I was the only person left who acknowledged her existance & then I eventually lost that pick & felt bad about it & then my girlfriend made me feel bad for losing it. I wonder if she's still alive.