I returned late Thursday night to give Lamar his picture. Lamar who lives in a small room in an abanonded building, apologized for the mess, then thanked me and asked if I could bring another for his mother. "She and I have had a rough relationship. We talk a lot, but she is tired and over with being my enabler."
He was heading out to make the rounds. "Lots of the stores around here help me out. In exchange, I do small jobs for them. This is a tight neighborhood. We all look out for each other."
I post people's stories as they tell them to me. I am not a journalist. I don't try to verify, just listen.
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