Profile | Dashon Glenn

Scars fade but things remain the same for Dashon Glenn

Dashon Glenn rests on a lower step in the stands of Rucker Park’s basketball court. He looks out across the courtyard, to West 155th Street. It’s over there, he recalls, when it was one of the last times he saw his younger brother, Christopher. It was there where Christopher shot and killed another man.

Not wanting to linger on the past, Dashon remembers that after the shooting, he and his brother ran in opposite directions. But Dashon didn’t make it without being seen, and was taken into police custody. He spent the next four weeks at Riker’s Island Prison Complex in the summer of 2011. But he’s been there before, having spent three months at Rikers for possession when he was 18.

Thankful to be out of prison, he never misses the chance to stop by a local corner store to grab another bottle of Colt 45 and a cigarette. He goes through the same motions, each day, never changing his routine, and never adding color back to his life. Despite the calm of late afternoon, Dashon still has work to do, so he hops the C train to Pennsylvania Station.

Before his first stint at Riker’s, Dashon called Penn Station home for almost a year when he was homeless. When he wasn’t panhandling at Penn Station’s main terminal, he always returned to the same spot outside of Penn Station – the entrance to Madison Square Garden. Every time he returns to “his corner” he’s reminded, “life is a hustle.” He’s not ready to give it up, yet, so he spends most evenings at this spot, reminding his fellow hustlers that he’s still in the game, sort of. So every night he stands below the glowing, blue neon lights of the Madison Square Garden sign, doing what he does best. For now, he doesn’t think about tomorrow or where he might end up if things don’t change for the better. Instead he says he just prays to God that hustling doesn’t take over his life.

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