There was a small group of crusty punk, heroine user kind of folks sitting in the alley where these illustrious photogs were taken. I'm not sure if my son and I intruded on a needle party or if they were just confused as to why someone would photog such glorious works of art, but either way, they got real defensive and didn't like us being there. I could hear them talking amongst themselves, but I didn't think any of these junkies would have the balls to say anything... And just when I started to walk I away I heard it. It wasn't a yell, it was barely even a normal volume talk 'the patriots suck.' Obviously referring to mine and my sons matching New England jerseys. I turned around walked up to the guy, looked him in his stupid tweeker face and said 'yeah? So does heroine.' The look of utter defeat on their faces, like 'wow, dude. You went there.' Made me laugh. So, between shit like this and being asked to explain what this blog is and what I do to random dumb fucks all the time should make you appreciate this that much more.
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