december fourteen

a dead ringer for Gregory Hines and a man who had either just pickpocketed someone or was very embarrassed by the gucci clutch he was indiscreetly hiding under his coat. as he escaped onto the platform I looked to Mr. Hines for a cue. Oblivious, he stared at the floor and bounced his foot. Impotent, I watched the thief scurry away and I longed for the real Gregory HInes.