Around midnight he is walking down Canal Street where a group of taxi drivers are sipping egg cremes while reclining on the trunks of their cabs. Nearby a homeless woman in a shredded overcoat sits shivering on the curb as she contemplates bedding down on a pile of garbage. Now begins the rapid descent down a urine-encrusted stairway into the bowels of the subway where an obese female clerk sits behind bulletproof glass munching a chocolate donut. After he hands her a $10 bill, she shoves a Metro card through the indentation in the bottom of the glass, refusing to acknowlede his existence as she keeps a watchful eye on rows of neatly stacked nickels, dimes and quarters.