Mr. T is walking my way and I’m terrified! He is walking to the ‘N’ train in Union Square as if he and the A-Team are headed to beat down a criminal at large. His bulky muscles, greased mohawk and gold chains are as intimidating as a wild bear headed towards you in the woods. But I approach him anyways.
“Hey Mr. T, can I get a photo of you?” I asked.
“Sure,” he replied in a less intimidating voice. And he was on his way.
Welcome to Halloween in New York City–where the craziest city in the world gets… a little crazier!