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Photography & Prose
Lorraine, a Filbert Street regular. She told me her 7-year-old granddaughter in Mississippi called her up and said, "What are you doing running around on the streets? Come here and take care of me."
Curdibo, the guy on the right, was shot and beat up after I took this photo and left with permanent brain damage. His family is now taking care of him.
Geraldine's sons are angry with her because they ended up in foster homes. They are adults, living with her now, but she says, "They are abusing me."
This fun couple was homeless like many of those who visit Filbert Street.
"Federal Fed" died of natural causes in his tent just six months after I took this photo.
Tyrone started writing this novel in prison. It begins with drug dealers barging into a house to find drugs hid in an oven. He asked me if I could help him find a job.
Tasha next to the banana trees that give some shade to the sidewalk.
Martha, one of the saddest regulars.
Gino is homeless but dresses well and makes a few bucks as a barber. A woman in the neighborhood let's him use her shower.
Krazy (left) is a regular. She got an apartment through some kind of lottery but she's never there. Mostly she's with Gino now in the homeless camp on Wood Street.
A brief visitor who stopped by with a customer to get drugs.
The Frank she's pointing to on the Filbert Street wall is her son and he's in prison.
Heroin is said to be "just a physical feeling." Crack is what "changes your brain."
Filbert Street OG's doing their thing.
An arrest on Filbert Street. Guys in handcuffs can't pull up their pants.
"Twin" arrested for drugs, but she didn't have any on her.
The police let her go with just a "ticket."
Domonique and her husband. She was in the hospital soon after I took this shot and now she's in Sacramento with her baby and her mother.
Bert, in the hat, is a Filbert Street Regular. He grew up in the neighborhood raised by his sister since his mother died of drugs and his father of AIDS.
Burt, Krazy, and friends.
Eddie Franklin says he doesn't belong with the uneducated folks on Filbert Street; he just goes there for drugs.
Filbert Street on a particular bad day for trash.
The new Plaza, five months after it was supposed to open.
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