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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."
The Plaza, unfinished. Filbert Street runs from the trees on the right, down four blocks to McClymonds high school.
Curdibo, the guy on the right, was beat up after I took this photo and left with permanent brain damage.
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 couple was homeless unlike most of the Filbert Street addicts.
A loner on Filbert Street.
Just out of prison, where he started writing a novel.
The novel begins with a rival dealer breaking into a house to get drugs, which are hidden in an oven.
Tasha next to the banana trees that give some shade to the sidewalk.
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 lives, miles away, with her mother.
"Krazy" again with a guy "who's just a friend."
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.
Burt and some regulars. He says he had a happy childhood, which is pretty amazing given that everyone in his family died from either AIDS or drugs.
Heroin is said to be "just a physical feeling." Crack is what "really makes you feel euphoric".
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."
Eddie Franklin says he doesn't belong with the uneducated folks on Filbert Street; he just goes there for drugs.
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