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this brings to mind a book i partially read recently titled The Mole People by Jennifer Toth, written in 93 about these very communities. though the author's naiveté may have contributed to the book's lack of validity (http://journalism.nyu.edu/publishing/archives/portfolio/books/book223.html http://www.columbia.edu/~brennan/abandoned/mole-people.html) it's still a very poignant account of the bitter life that those bums live, the way they gotta plumb the last remaining resources known to man.

The way i think of it, as with any addiction there are phases, and when one realizes that they're addicted to life itself, they get past the denial phase, deal with it, and end up accepting it. That the reason crack is so good is that you have a living body to put it in. that's kind of prerequisite. but once you're past that you're just happy to be alive.

"You have to keep laughing. If you don't you fall apart. Sometimes you gotta smile when you don't want to, you laugh at terrible things that nobody should laugh at, but it's like your mind has to find something funny or you'll go crazy." Then, tired of speaking seriously, he smiles broadly again. "I know that too. I know it all; I been through it all." He stretches his arms wide and high with self-satisfaction and pride at being alive.

Seville keeps the tunnels lively with his humor. Once while he was panhandling in Grand Central Station a commuter gave him a bag containing a loaf of bread and a pound of baloney. He thanked the man and then, after looking into the bag, shouted out after him, "Pardon me, sir, would you happen to have some Grey Poupon?"



ps didnt watch movie yet so gonna do that now