The heavy-set guy in the knitted cap and the vintage tshirt and his friend walk down Union Street, going past me in the opposite direction. The sun has gone down behind them, turning the street that shade of blue-grey twilight peculiar to New York.
"And so she says, 'Babe, why don't we go to Europe?'" the heavy-set guy says to his friend. "Shit, dude, I haven't even left the country with my wife!"