“Motherfucking drug dealers. They want me to kill myself. They always smiling, saying, ‘Hey, Charlie, how many? You got my money?’ Nah, I can’t do it. It’s a fuckin’ nightmare.”

“It never used to be this way,” Jimmy said, shaking his head. “It just used to be regular bums. You had a bottle under your coat and you slept in hallways. Now you got the young guys and the pills. They go crazy, and they make everybody else crazy.”

The art world’s man of mystery bombed the Bowery to protest the imprisonment of Turkish artist Zehra Doğan