Recent Journal Entries
Just hooked up with the wrong people, I guess. I quit for a while but came back cause I needed the money.
Cooler than Jesus toast or a Mother Mary spud, I give to you, The Jesus door.
You have to squint a little but he's there.
Recent photos I tool of the delapitated and abandoned in the area around Metropolitan Parkway
I met Bing in the parking lot of The Value Village on Metropolitan Blvd. He was pretty happy about the Van Gogh he'd acquired and wanted to pose with it.
I never had a first boyfriend or a first kiss or anything. Everything I learned about sex, I learned from him...
I've seen Carl for years but didn't meet him until I took these pictures last Friday. He spends his days under the bridge on Metropolitan Parkway. His hair is matted and comes down to his feet. He sleeps under an overhang at an abandoned strip club.
I’m certain this picture says something about the relationship between consumption/capitalism and religion in America… the true weight of one versus another.
"I won the the veteran of the year award twice now, so I'm scratching my name off the list this year."
Stewart Ave was the street to hit if you needed to satisfy any number of vices, back in the 80s and 90s. Street pharmacists were plentiful and the motels were inhabited, almost exclusively, by hookers, hanging out the doors, hoping to entice anyone with a few bucks to spend.
"Jesus don't want you to hate nobody but that son of a bitch down at code enforcement caused me to have a five bypass surgery."
Suzu was in the middle of a horribly long negotiation over a vintage hamper. She had one of the people who works at the market, doing her bidding, via text, with the booth owner. I was bored and feeling a little angsty...
- been 4 months since I came here from Louisiana.
+ New Orleans?
- Nah, Lake Charles
+ why Atlanta?
Honestly, I couldn't believe any were open, during church hours, in the heart of the bible belt. But, there it was, like a dirty little oasis, flaunting it's torrid TOYS sign...
I took a few pictures and looked up to find Ralph on the front porch. He invited us in to see his place and it was filled with...
The mother who raised him had lost a child due to an infection by a rabid fox and Gary was the cure for her depression. His whole life had been spent within 100 yards from where we...