A Meandering Story About the Time I Was Homeless

I was a man with no keys

Some years ago, I was headed into my West Village real estate office, worried about all the things a new business owner worries. Staff issues, overhead, clients, accounting were all weighing on my mind. Then, as I stepped off the F train at the West 4th station, I blindly walked into a strip of yellow tape while fiddling with my phone.