Martin couldn't help but notice the YashMat as I wandered through Tompkins Square Park. It was the very first day I had it back from getting it overhauled. He told me a story about a woman he once knew, who took him up to the Bronx and took some amazing pictures of him. As much as I wanted to take his picture, I didn't have the courage to ask.
I ran into him a week later, and made up for my previous reticence.
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