You take a seat, make small talk with the person next to you, read an old magazine, fall asleep. You then wake up and realize everyone else’s name has been called and you alone remain #waiting. Waiting to be called to another place. A place where you’ll be assured that everything will be alright. A place where pain is subdued. a place where everyone is at rest. You begin to feel that you’ll never make it, until someone comes out and calls your name. Your wait is over. (at Westchester Square Medical Center)
“Hey baby. You want a blowjob?” Said the prostitute to the young photographer. “No thank you” he said. “Not to be rude, but nobody’s gonna stop for me if you’re standing on my corner with a camera.” She said. “Okay” he replied as he crossed the street whilst stealing a photo. #brooklyn #prostitute #blowjob (at Brooklyn Boulders)












