I recall a night when you called me a pussy for my reluctance to walk the 6 blocks to Pete's in the -8 degree night to grab breakfast at midnight. During our meal a heat wave blew through and the bank sign reported it had warmed up to -2. Yeah, I remember that one. I remember it all like it was yesterday.
When was this? In ~1994-95 I lived at 18th & Vine, about 4 blocks from Pete's.
We were at the corner of E.Colfax and Humboldt. The Cannabis Care Center is still there but it looks like they caged up the alcove to keep the likes of Dave and company from camping out... Once upon a time in the west...
Weird, that passed a place I used to live very early in the video. For the record, I think that is Lincoln, not Broadway. And at the time I was dangerously close to the land of piss and puke.
We were at the corner of E.Colfax and Humboldt. The Cannabis Care Center is still there but it looks like they caged up the alcove to keep the likes of Dave and company from camping out... Once upon a time in the west...
Their names were something and Dave And they lived in an alcove behind a weed shop in bright red sleeping bags someone dropped off. with Skol vodka for heat- sold by pints in plastic It was zero and less many of those January nights, teens when it warmed up
I would see them on different corners during the week on my walks with Shiloh. They begged all day and drank and argued all night. Dave was friendly and I talked with him many times, brought food or coffee from a burger joint down the street. Healthy living had nothing on these guys. Nothing at all.
That was almost 6 years ago. I think about them sometimes. The only difference really was that thanks to Buddy Me and Shiloh had a place to lay our heads and it didn't smell of piss and puke. Life at street level.
Weird, that passed a place I used to live very early in the video. For the record, I think that is Lincoln, not Broadway. And at the time I was dangerously close to the land of piss and puke.
Just worked out that way...He could have been a formerly rich guy, you never know. There's a million stories in the naked city, and most of them are just naked...
Their names were something and Dave And they lived in an alcove behind a weed shop in bright red sleeping bags someone dropped off. with Skol vodka for heat- sold by pints in plastic It was zero and less many of those January nights, teens when it warmed up
I would see them on different corners during the week on my walks with Shiloh. They begged all day and drank all night. Dave was friendly and I talked with him many times, brought food or coffee from a burger joint down the street. Healthy living had nothing on these guys. Nothing at all.
That was almost 6 years ago. I think about them sometimes. The only difference really was that thanks to Buddy Me and Shiloh had a place to lay our heads and it didn't smell of piss and puke. Life at street level.
Their names were something and Dave And they lived in an alcove behind a weed shop in bright red sleeping bags someone dropped off. with Skol vodka for heat- sold by pints in plastic It was zero and less many of those January nights, teens when it warmed up
I would see them on different corners during the week on my walks with Shiloh. They begged all day and drank and argued all night. Dave was friendly and I talked with him many times, brought food or coffee from a burger joint down the street. Healthy living had nothing on these guys. Nothing at all.
That was almost 6 years ago. I think about them sometimes. The only difference really was that thanks to Buddy Me and Shiloh had a place to lay our heads and it didn't smell of piss and puke. Life at street level.
