Leon casino, Photos and captions by Blair Truesdell
My brother and I have our own bedrooms.
My dog and I are never apart.
Driving past the local church to see who they won’t let in.
Waiting for a cab with their stomachs growling.
It’s warmer under the bridge, thanks to the cars’ exhaust.
Dying of a thirst to “clear” my mind.
A place where I can truly be myself.
A hungry skateboarder.
They’re called necessities.
From the outside, looking in.
Where else would I go to get my fix?
We don’t feel safe leaving our cars here.
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