Adding to this story pile - it was a rainy day between Penn station and port authority and a homeless man punched through my umbrella, nabbing me on my right shoulder. I was shaken for an afternoon and figured nothing would come of it if I reported it since he was punching whatever was in his way all the way down the street.

Working in the area made me feel kind of depressed about NYC. I took a small detour one day and remembered the NYC I love wasn't the cradle of filth that is Penn Station.