Despite the lack of personal hygiene and snappy haberdashery, Paul draws the company of women.
He does have a somewhat soft look. Then again, there is also Eric to choose from.
Category: photography
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.
July 20, 2011 Babes of Burlington
Well, what you gonna do when the well runs dry? Looka, looka, looka, at the wonderful women of Burlington. They smile. They pose. They have courage and verve.
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.
Andrew Is Back Again
Treated again. Now he has to deal with recovery. Not an easy task in Burlington.
Tailor Builds at North Beach
Met this guy at North Beach. He built a castle on the sand which could last for a few days. Usually he builds Churches as a way to show how to save the environment. Using words like “ecomass” and “biomass,” he talked about reducing waste and promoting jobs in VT. I didn’t understand much, but he had just been interviewed for a show on VPR which I hope I don’t miss to learn more.
He had an assistant, a young girl he met at the Beach. “I am happier about having her help me, than I am with the building.”
Richard North Cut His Beard
So, the cops in South Burlington shut down the Ramp where Richard panhandled. He’s moving into town, looking for a new spot. He spruced up by cutting his beard. Word is some babe asked him to do it.
Tough night. He said, “just actin stupiddd.”
Katie Mourns in Her Way
So, her Mom died yesterday morning, a day she lived as a runaway. Strong to a fault. Concerned about her looks. Knowledgeable about her friends, she sought support from those whom she could relate to.
Katie rejected her family, because if she saw them all she could do is cry, and what do they know about her? They failed her in one way or the other. Who knows? Her mother’s twin is her foster mom. How complicated is that?
Yet, despite these facts, she felt her Mother loved her; visiting Mom shortly before the death, they had a conversation: “I told her that I loved her and I would do everything I can to live a better life, until I move to the higher ground.” Not sure this is exactly what she said, but it be close.
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 Smells
He smelled so bad, I could not come close enough to shoot. But he still looked like he had dignity. He complained that the yellow jackets poured out his beer as he sat in front of the Methodist Church with the permission of the Pastor. His time be running thin. Will he realize it? Who knows. He didn’t last summer.
“No one wants to help me,” he complained. “I can’t get a pair of pants or a pair of shoes.” “Not so,” I replied. “No one wants to help you in this condition. That’s all. You are wearing pants I got for you.”