(PS -- Recommending reading: Here is a recent Wall Street Journal story on the number of deaths from opiods -- painkillers like Vicodin. This danger is one likely reason for the number of federal prosecutions of pill mills.)
- Grand Central Station's relatively new underground food court may have a nice selection of food, but you'd be advised to never, ever sit down anywhere, as a homeless person may have been sitting there just minutes ago. Beware the perils of cross-contamination. The stinking, revolting homeless regularly circle customers waiting to intercept leftovers before they are tossed in the trash.
- As I detailed in an article two years ago, the Port Authority bus station at 42nd Street is headed back towards the dark days of B.G. -- Before Giuliani. The cops chase the vagrants out of the station at 1 A.M., with the unintended consequence of encouraging the bums to sleep on chairs, couches and floors in the station during the rush hour!
- Penn Station has enough nooks and crannies to allow vagrants to evade detection, and is generally the nicest of the transportation hubs, but still requires caution.
- Central Park has a motley crew of homeless, mentally ill, opportunistic criminals preying on clueless tourists, and an assorted bunch of deviants. It's still safe to run there -- if you're a man and you're not wearing headphones.
- There is a homeless box-dweller who is so permanently entrenched across from Madison Square Park's Shake Shack that she should be paying rent.
- Early morning and late night trains to the Bronx and Brooklyn reveal that many of these apparent vagrants are headed outbound, presumably to real residences. Their day job is preying on the altruistic guilt of working Manhattanites (or their suburban counterparts, homo sapiens stupidus Snookius), much like the so-called Occupy Wall Street protestors went home to luxury condos after marching around the fetid Zuccotti Park last year.