It was snowing at that time, Howard Jones recalled. Yes, it was winter and the start of a new decade. January 6, 1970.
After getting his money forcibly taken away from him, Howard Jones was bleeding and laying in the snow. No one paid attention to him. His windpipe was crushed and he could only rasp while trying to ask for help in the middle of Times Square.
"Please….. Can someone…. tell me where….. Arts Academy….."
The people looked at him as if he was something disgusting. Those who did wore a look of sympathy on their face probably didn't help out in the fear that he was one of those young pranksters that became rampant.
After all, this was during the verge of the countercultural period. The youth were revolting with all these hippie vans and their heavy metal that featured the face of the Devil himself. The older generations were starting to become afraid by the changes that they were bringing to their once puritan society.
