A Picture of NYC

While on a school trip to New York, we had to describe a scene that we witnessed. Mine was about a man falling...

With a sea of black coats, bags, pants, and shirts swarming in front of me, I tried to avoid the pizza size pot-hole on the sidewalk in front of me. Unfortunately, the man with legs as long as my entire body did not see the unusually large hole in front of him. The non-human noise he let out as his legs gave out under him got the attention of the sea I was lost in they all turned to his direction.
Two round police men were standing on the other size of the Grand Canyon he fell into and as he was on this way down, the cops were standing as stiff as two statues.
I heard his first knee crunch on the side walk, followed by another cat-like yelp from the man. His shoulder made contact next which forced him into a barrel roll onto his side. The momentum from his fall carried him all the way to the feet of the two statues who had now managed to gaze down to their feet where the man was sprawled out.
The first police man asked him if he got coffee on his shiny black shoes. The second police man looked away like he couldn’t be bothered with people who don’t pay attention while they walk. The man shot upwards like nothing had happened and bragged to no one that he had managed to keep every drop of his hazelnut coffee in his cup.