Still remember stepping over that river of urine coming from the passed out wino(brown bag with bottle inside) running the length of the street to the gutter. The hookers, the ....nothing in their eyes.....just wandering around, some trying to sell you watchs, their sister, drugs, the pimps, the....what the hell is this? when here comes a strange looking cat........GOD IS DEAD GOD IS DEAD....running down the street, talking North Hollywood here down by the Greyhound bus depot.
People living behind a dumpster and under a tree, they had a fire going on, had something on a stick, cat? dog?
It was as if I was on another planet.
Will never forgot this sight as long as I live.
I boarded the bus next stop home, while looking out the window (raining) I see this old man (real old) with no legs pushing himself along in a wagon, Yep, body in the wagon using his arms to move him along. Where is this guy going in the pouring rain at midnight? He is heading to the fire behind the dumpster.