Sometimes I feel the homeless are exploited. In the name of art, news, politics.
I will say that when I came across these two men during my lunch break downtown I was genuinely inspired. It was a unique feeling and I identified with something about them.
I never carry cash *loser* But I bargained with them for what would be the main picture on my blog with a bag of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos. Not my proudest moment.
Marcus (on the left) immediately lit into my ass, “What are we going to do with one bag of chips?!” I pleaded with him by making a desperate-looking face and said please again.
T-Monkey apologized for his friend and they finally allowed me to take their picture.
I ran into them again recently and instantly whipped out my phone, “Look, that’s why I needed that picture that day! You guys are the header on my blog!” It was pretty funny to me, like things had kind of come full circle, in a way.
Later that week, I smothered some pork chops with my two new friends in mind. I legitimately walked to the general area I had seen them twice before, and they were there! I was happy to share my cooking with them, napkins with plastic ware and all. T-Monkey accepted the food graciously, looked in the bag, and asked for two sodas.
I said sure, but never got around to going back out there.