A group of college students meanders through Washington Square Park, talking among themselves as they enjoy the first truly beautiful day of spring. Suddenly, a short black man jumps into their midst.”Guys, sorry I’m late. If I make you laugh, can I earn some change?”
“Oh, you gonna tell us a joke?” one of them asks. “Alright.”
The Joke Man leaps into his routine, struggling to hold their attention with a few racially charged jokes while they roll their eyes or look away. His smile and manic energy are infectious, though, and within moments he has them laughing and reaching into their pockets. They walk away as he examines his earnings.
“Two fifty,” he sighs. “I got two dollars and fifty cents from the six of them. I’m not really feeling it today.”
He is a Greenwich Village fixture, this Sammy Davis, Jr. look-alike who bounces from neighborhood to neighborhood, passerby to passerby, hustling to earn enough spare change to survive on the streets of New York. Nearly everyone in the park recognizes him, but almost no one knows his name.
Devin Smith is homeless, and he tells jokes to survive. Read the rest of this entry »






