In the many times we walk around our specific neighborhoods, no matter how big the size of our luxurious and filthy metropolis is, we may continue to see the same familiar faces. Each face a life, and each life a story. Local “homeless” man Dave Carlson resides on the street corner of Third Avenue between Twenty-Sixth and Twenty-Seventh Street, right next to the Subway restaurant.
In his fifth year as a street resident, and that is meant to be taken literally, Dave is the face that everyone sees on their way to and from work, just as long as you’re a Kips Bay resident.
Starting his life as a soldier fighting wars overseas, he is greeted with cold shrugs of New York. “I had no more family and no more friends when I came back home,” Dave says as he is sitting down on his milk crate he carries with him, looking down at his hands. However, he has found friends from continuously living in his non-literal street address. He is greeted with warm hellos and offers of blankets, shirts, socks, scarves, mostly everything that the residents can give him.
“The winters are harsh, so I try to get as many clothes as I can. I have this suitcase with me, so i can store my clothes. I’ve been to all the homeless shelters, but my clothes and belongings always get stolen from me, so it’s better if I stay on the street.”
Regardless of fact or opinion, Dave Carlson has not even been threatened to move out of his residence, unlike many unfortunate New Yorkers in the past.