Seen in the 23rd street Greenline station of LOLnyc, this man succumbed to the childhood urge of creating a fortress to deter anyone from violating his space.

But instead of pillows and couch cushions, he thought that filthy garbage, cardboard, and broken umbrellas were more sustainable structural outer layer options.

I’m confident that he was there until his Mommy told him that supper was on. And when I say “Mommy” I really mean “police” and when I say “supper was on” I really mean “What the fuck are you doing guy?”