This is a picture I did not take
of a leather-jacketed pimp, asking a woman in jeans and a flannel shirt
standing on the corner, "do you work here?" while I was on my way home
from seeing "
Born
Into Brothels".
This is also a picture I did not take minutes later, of three unrelated
homeless folks (spaced blocks apart) who were all using makeshift fishing
poles with cups attached to the string's end, to "hook" spare change from
passerby.
And this is a picture I did not take of the second man I saw standing on
his head today (the first,
found here) on
the sidewalk in-front of Bill Graham Civic Auditorium, under the gaze of a
bored cop. The headstander was drunk, and was apparently inspired by a
pancake-sized copper circle in the sidewalk, upon which he tried to place
his head, and immediately crumpled to the pavement, falling over into a
line of people from the suburbs waiting to buy tickets to a Bob Marley
Birthday concert.