Reality Film Goes "Underground"
It's rush hour, but the D train platform is dead silent, save the sound of footsteps and the slight buzz emanating from the earbuds of college kids headed downtown. Commuters are on the way home after work, school and errands, when out of the dim echo comes a voice:
"What's up New York!? Good evening everybody; how's it going?"
Heads turn and eyes flick toward the direction of the lively Brooklyn accent.
"My name is Jeff. I'm not here to ask you for money tonight. Instead I want to give you something..."
At first glance, the young man looks like any other ...