And if I can make it there, Im gonna make it anywhere...

11:15 pm - man on side of the street asks if i can spare some change. I apologize but actually stop for a second and wonder why i always say the words 'I'm sorry' to these people when I'm really not.  After a moment of contemplation, the guilt sets in: I decide this guy is gonna get my change on the way out of the shop.

11:18 pm - walk out from said store to see said man stand up, pull a wallet out of his pocket and start flicking through a pile of $20 bills. 

11:19 pm - I pass a cafe under our place, with said change still in my pocket, and notice a man drawing a keepsake picture of a couple enjoying some sake.

11:31 pm - I sit down at my computer to write a blog. Look out the window to see said artist singing 'New York, New York' in baritone whilst tap dancing down the middle of Mott.

This place is full of characters.