I was a little suspicious at first, but then he invited me to go with him to Dunkin' Donuts. So bad that he rents a separate room from his wife, and he spends most of the night at Dunkin' Donuts talking to people. In the picture, he's talking to a guy who sounded like he had one acid trip too many. George also introduced me to some of the local street performers and other homeless people. I had a really good time, but it's kinda funny being homeless.
Homeless people talk about different kinds of stuff.
George and I talked about which hotels had the easiest pools to break into, so that we could bathe. All of us talked about places to sleep where nobody would bother us. George also told me about getting food stamps and everything, and said that I should tell them that I was a professional photographer looking for work. In a fit of artsy passion to try and be a photographer, I took a picture of a rose , still in the dark. I soon left there, and passed through a flurry of states, including New York , Wyoming , and Utah .