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I walked across Fifth Avenue until I came to a big park full of little rickety green chairs and unemployed people (like me)..

I grabbed a chair and sat down to relax for a while. I had spent the last two hours walking around in a pair of shitty shoes and my feet were beginning to feel like Chrisopher Reeve's-numb.

My stomach didn't feel too good either on account of the fact that I always get an upset stomach when I don't sleep properly and then eat grease for breakfuss. The combination of walking and my upset stomach made my ass feel like it was on fire.

I have always called that condition 'sour-ass.'

You can't see it in this picture because its in black and white but as I sat there a cloud of noxious green gas hung in the air around me and poisoned everything within ten metres of me and my rickety green chair.

With that in mind its easy to understand why the woman in this photograph is scowling like that-she had just inhaled a deadly carcinogenic fart.

After about an hour of sitting there doing nothing, the freak sitting behind me with no shirt (or bra) came and sat beside me. He reached into a plastic bag which I noticed was full of dead flies.

He started to eat them by throwing them into the air and catching them in his mouth.

I left after that.

 

 

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