It was just before Christmas of 2010. I took the bus from my apartment in Staten Island into Manhattan without any definite purpose in mind; therefore I felt a little bored and at loose ends. After gulping down a weak and over-priced Cuban Libre at the Boathouse in Central Park, I decided to head for the Whole Foods Market on 14th Street in Union Square: where, after picking up only a couple of items–my social security check was almost gone, and it would be two weeks before my next one–I planned to take the Express Bus back to Staten Island.
I was sitting with one hand in my lap on the “R” subway traveling from Central Park to 14th Street. When the subway came to one of its stops, a well-dressed man stuffed something in my hand and then ran off the subway. The doors shutting quickly behind him. I looked down into my hand and it was a hundred-dollar bill. I spent half of it at Whole Foods.