It was not yet noon and they were passing a joint around, drinking beer, getting a buzz on.
The guy on the left with teeth rotting so bad they stank kept saying, “I’m just a homeless piece of shit, but please take my picture.”
At the same time the girl on the far right was pleading, “Don’t take my picture, I’ve been run over by a truck”. Then she winced and I noticed her two black eyes.
I motioned the middle two in from a nearby table and took a group photo.
Each is a mother’s child; each has a compelling story, dying to be told.
🙂 🙂 🙂