Showing posts with label these streets raised me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label these streets raised me. Show all posts

Monday, May 18, 2009

Lessons from my Father

The first Man a girl falls in love with is her Father. He's the one that teaches her, with out words, how other Men should treat her.

Dear Father,

Thanks for teaching me that when a "Man" fucks up if he buys me something....its OK.

Homeless Man on the 4 train(5/13)

The train started to get crowded, seats filled up fast but the one next to him remained empty. And then she sat down next to him as him. They caught each others eye and she smiled at him. He got off at the next stop, but not before looking back at her and smiling. She’d probably been the only one to smile in his direction in a while. The only person to treat him like he was a person and not just a Homeless Man.

She made my day too! :-)

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Dear "Father",

I would make a better MAN then you!

That how I feel, love it or leave it

Friday, December 19, 2008

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Dealing With Loss

is hard.
October 1st I found out a girl I worked with was murdered.
Saying that she was murdered still feels like somethings punching me in my stomach. She was such a good kid. She was only a kid.
I've seen and dealt with lost before but this hurts like nothing I've ever felt. I think its because she was only 16 and I had just saw her a couple of days before....
I was Very disappointed in my "friends"....I felt like when I needed them the most of lot of people were no where to be found. I haven't picked up my camera in a week(which feels like forever too me) I just haven't felt like it. No worries though I'll bounce back...I feel like I am all ready!

Saturday, September 13, 2008

True Story.

I watched a man "shoot up" today.
I watched as he sat on a crate, and as he scratched at his arm I knew exactly what he was doing.
I watched as he took off his shoes and slowly his head stared to nod, until his neck seemed unable to support it..and it finally fell on to his chest.
All the while I was watching him I felt sorry for him
I wondered what drove him to do this in the first place and why he just didn't stop.
He looked so lonely and broken sitting on the corner by him self.
That's what I think drugs do to a person......they break you and drive the people that care about you away...until your all alone.

The sad thing is this isn't my first time seeing somebody "shoot up" or get high.....and I have a feeling that it won't be my last.

True Story.

Peace.