Check it out

Several men in their early thirties gathered at the Grand Street Studio in downtown Manhattan. Their faces were quite different from ordinary days, as they drank alcohol and talked about the art discussions.

Most of them were artists who couldn’t leave New York and hard to live. They couldn’t find a suitable job because they had no useful major and lived on part-time basis.

They are tired of living a day by earning a day. But there was no money to start a business. "How about a paddler?" They talked with excitement as if they had come up with a great idea. But as usually, it ended as a meeting where only drank and smoked

"I finally got it." A few days after the meeting, my husband suddenly raised his voice in excited tone. I decided to make a street vendor in front of a doughnut shop in the corner of Broadway and Canal Street. I agreed with the owner of a Greek doughnut shop.

He put rubber wheels on the wooden box and covered it with the canvas cloth, making it a plausible stand. We walked through the early morning crowd to push the carts and arrive at the place. The Korean couple who were selling miscellaneous items next to us is nervous whether we can sell the same item. They looked at the blouses that my husband took out, their expression changes smoothly.

My husband was in a business alone. When successful items fell off, he used to give a small note to a known homeless and delivered it to a credit from a wholesaler a few blocks away. Grab a few bucks on homeless and he rushes to the liquor store in excitement.

"Check it out. Check it out." While my husband shouted on across the street Pearl Paint the acquaintances artists who were looking for art materials would call them regardless of whether they avoided the husband 's face or not. It is more urgent to go to the bathroom than face.

Although my husband was a business that ended up in the summer months, but in the winter the couple worked in and out of the doughnut shop alternately in order to warm themselves up in the icy cold.

The couple who sold miscellaneous goods next to us, became the owner of wholesaler in Korean Town, Manhattan. Whenever we meet, we look at each other 's past sorrow silently for a while.