Underneath the Gowanus Expressway, in an area generously included in Sunset Park but really not much more than a detritus-strewn, completely forgotten, and rarely traversed stretch of 3rd Avenue, sit a curious collection of shops, glass windows and brick walls routinely rattled as 18-wheelers hurtle by just 10 feet above.
At the sinks stood an older woman, who looked at me in the mirror as I entered, her eyebrows shooting up.
If that's the case, or even if you do feel like you're familiar, I'd suggest taking some time to get to know them, or know them better.
Can he cause damage by going too far? A lot of footage that wound up on the cutting room floor is darker than anything in the film.