Dale collects cans and bottles as a hobby. He lives in Bushwick but he travels far into the Five in order to make it more interesting for himself. While he admits to being a little scrambled in the head, he says he’s not crazy. He likes being out in the fresh air and not having to answer to anyone. He has a great sense of style.
Dale used to fight his way through the bottle return machines that they have behind various supermarkets, but he says, “It’s a tough scene. People who go to the same machines all the time are competitive with the other people that go there too. And some of these guys collect so much you be there all day waiting for your turn.” So instead Dale hits this Recycling Garage that’s only “a few train stops from his house”. It’s in Bay Ridge actually.
They give you a good price on a certain size bag. Usually Dale fills two bags a day, hauls it back to the spot, gets his cash, and heads for home where he likes to drink Budweisers till he falls asleep. “Time to make the Donuts,” says Dale, as he checks the time on his old hospital bracelet.
I’m not sure if you can tell, but Dale is dead serious about his mustache and he trims it meticulously.
If I could grow a moustache, I would copy Dales.
I don’t blame dale. I always check my toes to see what the weather is… It usually says: “HOT!”