I Love New York (please someone correct it)!

He wasn't on the bus yet, but he'd already started to talk. A young man with a crutch and a big brown bag, he sat at the front of the bus. Streets were very crowdEd because of the pope's visit. He, the passenger, he wore a red hoodie made of an elastic cloth, which fit him perfectly as a sock on a foot.
A really weird hoodie, but weirder was the man, who kept talking to himself loudly. At first sight, he seemed to talk at the mobile phone: if seeing people talking on their own, moving their arms wasn't so frequent nowadays, he'd probably seem a patient of a psychiatric ward, escaped to shelter himself among the flowering magnolias and the pear trees of Central Park, in New York. Then, I noticed his headset and I heard his words: "And how will you object to that kind of subject in tribunal"?
But the man didn't seem a lawyer at all: ratty shoes, threadbare trousers, many black holes in his month ??). Then he started to take out empty cans from his bag and put them on the seat, making them fall down on the floor.
The man who was sitting next to him got up. A passenger, who had just got on and took his seat, reached him after 2 minutes at the bottom of the bus, immediately imitated by another and so on. (??)

"I love New York" said the young man, "people are so funny. You talk to them and they don't answer you" Then he shouted to the driver
"which bus stop is this"? "the 32nd "answered the driver. "Which bus stop is that one"? he shouted loudly. "The 32nd" repeated the driver, patiently. Did he answer kindly because he is a driver or maybe because he's an afro-american just like the young man and he understood something white people don't understand?
At the 4th question, the driver announced the bus stop using the speaker. Then, the young man took his phone again and he started to talk more and more loudly: "listen my friend, I'm on the bus and nobody wants to tell me at which bus stop we are. I love New York, people are so funny".