Paul Like Tigers


So, he likes Tigers, the Detroit ones and the Bengals. A little too drunk to distinguish the two, but he acknowledged that having a reflector, held by Eric, shining on him, required me to pay him $3000 for the shot. He never read Moon Tiger, though.

“Mrs. Duckman, ….” Eric calls me, especially when he lectures me.

Quite an accomplishment for a photographer to have my street models hold a light shaper, eh!

Now, I just have to learn how to teach them how to use the equipment.

David II Be Wrong

 

So David thinks, if he has some non-cloudy thoughts that I am the photo-journalist who has threatened the Market place, causing some to chase the errant shooter from the scene. He said, “I will break your camera and then kill you.”

Paul said, “he’s a friend; chill.”

Moved up the street. Pregnant again. “A mistake,” she said.

“I am proud of you, girl” Alicea said when I mentioned an abortion to Cheryl. Not like me to engage them in a discussion of their politics or closely held beliefs, even if they cannot pay for them or appreciate the effects of their decisions.

If looks could do more than get you laid, Andrew would be a star. He is just caught in the vortex. Life ain’t easy and bad things happen to good people. He has bad acts in his past, so cleaning it up cannot do it for him, here.

 

 

Paul Rails

 

“Hey dude. You know that some of us want to remain anonymous. You put us on the web and people willl know we are here.” What’s wrong with that.” “There are people here who may be wanted.” “Sure enough, my man, but most of them are unwanted.”

 

Eric ponders whatever Paul was talking about. “I had too much whiskey, too fast.”

I went to the Sholem Shuk, a local thrift shop to pick up a some clothes for Paul. Bought two pairs of pants and two T shirts for $5. Some kids stole his shoes, but the store that is too far from downtown to help the homeless, didn’t have his size shoes or any socks. Believe it or not, he liked the shirt.

 

 

Paul Complains Again

 

Same old. Same old. Seizures no one recognizes. System want to put him in jail for tickets. Judge doesn’t want him in. No clothes. No id. No driver’s license. Needs a shower. Not crazy enough for disability because no diagnosis. Beaten by cops. No idea why no alms on the street.

 

Paul’s Going to Court

Paul said he didn’t know where the Courthouse was or why he had to go, except that a cop told him he had a court date. Supposedly, he was tuning his guitar in the park and got a ticket for noise pollution; after protesting, he got another ticket for something. Fines total $850, which he doesn’t have. I offered to go to court with him, but he rejected my offer.