Opulence and Ignorance
tarynel:

guccimanesbartchain:

hip-hop-zombie:

coke olympics 

WOOOOOOH SHIT!

WTF

tarynel:

guccimanesbartchain:

hip-hop-zombie:

coke olympics

WOOOOOOH SHIT!

WTF

estrella-fuego:

portraitsofboston:

“At the moment, I’m homeless.”“I thought you were waiting for someone.”“I’m just trying to pass the time. I live in a shelter.”"How did you become homeless?”“I had a place, but I smoke, and I wasn’t supposed to.”“What’s your typical day like?”“I wake up because the lights come on in the shelter. You’ve got an hour to wash your body and do everything, and you have to do it on a schedule. Then, if you’re hungry … well, you don’t really want to eat the food there. It sucks. Anyway, you eat. They offer you oatmeal or eggs or cream of wheat.” “When do you have to be out?”“In the shelter I am, you have to be out of the building by 9 o’clock. Then you have to be in before 6 o’clock.  You can go back during the day. But it makes me feel so, so unmanly because I have to answer to someone all the time. Sometimes I stay in the shelter in the daytime. I have a couple of my art pieces there. I hang out there half the day. Then I go to the library and read. Time passes quickly.”“Can you afford to buy your own food?”“Yes. I have money to eat elsewhere. And I choose not to eat at the shelter because I don’t want to take the food from a homeless person who needs it more.” “Do you have friends or family?“"I have two children.”“Do you see them?”“Not too often. I love them. They love me. I’m divorced.”“You said you had some art pieces.”“I’m an artist. I paint. I studied art history.”“What do you paint?”“Mostly portraits. I like people’s eyes.” “Have you exhibited somewhere?”“I used to exhibit on Newbury Street and elsewhere.”“When was that?” “About 20 years ago.”“And then what happened?”“Well, I also drink. I spent a lot of money on going out and partying.”“Do you hope to get back into the art world?”“That’s my dream. You know, you made my day. Why did you pick me? I feel so proud. I will always remember this date. I’m a homeless, highly educated black man who drinks. I’m homeless because I smoke. I never hurt anyone, never stole, never lied, never cheated. I’m so happy you talked to me. It awoke in me an aspect of humanity I had long forgotten. I feel so honored. Why me?”

This spoke volumes to me. 

estrella-fuego:

portraitsofboston:

“At the moment, I’m homeless.”
“I thought you were waiting for someone.”
“I’m just trying to pass the time. I live in a shelter.”
"How did you become homeless?”
“I had a place, but I smoke, and I wasn’t supposed to.”
“What’s your typical day like?”
“I wake up because the lights come on in the shelter. You’ve got an hour to wash your body and do everything, and you have to do it on a schedule. Then, if you’re hungry … well, you don’t really want to eat the food there. It sucks. Anyway, you eat. They offer you oatmeal or eggs or cream of wheat.” 
“When do you have to be out?”
“In the shelter I am, you have to be out of the building by 9 o’clock. Then you have to be in before 6 o’clock.  You can go back during the day. But it makes me feel so, so unmanly because I have to answer to someone all the time. Sometimes I stay in the shelter in the daytime. I have a couple of my art pieces there. I hang out there half the day. Then I go to the library and read. Time passes quickly.”
“Can you afford to buy your own food?”
“Yes. I have money to eat elsewhere. And I choose not to eat at the shelter because I don’t want to take the food from a homeless person who needs it more.” 
“Do you have friends or family?“
"I have two children.”
“Do you see them?”
“Not too often. I love them. They love me. I’m divorced.”
“You said you had some art pieces.”
“I’m an artist. I paint. I studied art history.”
“What do you paint?”
“Mostly portraits. I like people’s eyes.” 
“Have you exhibited somewhere?”
“I used to exhibit on Newbury Street and elsewhere.”
“When was that?”
“About 20 years ago.”
“And then what happened?”
“Well, I also drink. I spent a lot of money on going out and partying.”
“Do you hope to get back into the art world?”
“That’s my dream. You know, you made my day. Why did you pick me? I feel so proud. I will always remember this date. I’m a homeless, highly educated black man who drinks. I’m homeless because I smoke. I never hurt anyone, never stole, never lied, never cheated. I’m so happy you talked to me. It awoke in me an aspect of humanity I had long forgotten. I feel so honored. Why me?”

This spoke volumes to me. 

Talkng to a brick against
 your head is not the move…

Talkng to a brick against
your head is not the move…