Each day that we commute we pass through this man’s home. He lives rent free at the southern most tip of the 95th Street subway station along the R line and he’s been there for years.
Some days he has a friend with him, a 30-something white man who is a stumbling drunk. Other days we find him busy defecating and/or urinating on the tracks or in an unlocked storage room.
Most of the cleaning agents at the station seem to know him and we’ve even seen them go out of their way to get him to a safe place when he was about to get jumped by a younger homeless man.
If anything, this must be the gold coast of the New York City Subway.