nineteeneightysix
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What other perspective do you have to offer...?
8 Powerful Photos - Hunts Point, South Bronx
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Desirous
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It makes me sad when people treat homeless people like shyt. I saw a vid of a homeless guy who cried in it because people treat him like garbage just because they see him as a lesser person. He's human like any of us, but his life is just a bigger struggle.I wasn't aware there was this much despair was still left in NYC, dope article though, always nice to hear from people like this. There story should be heard
SpacelySprockets
Veteran
I feel bad that there are people like that but I dont feel bad for the people themselves, they made some not so smart choices somewhere in their life which resulted in that, they didnt just get dropped off in the street randomly
Reading this you begin to understand their mind.
When your life is just so ****ed up you decide to stop fighting, and just play the game with the sh*tty cards u got instead.
I walk by people with this 'energy' how these people look but I never give them a second thought.
When your life is just so ****ed up you decide to stop fighting, and just play the game with the sh*tty cards u got instead.
I walk by people with this 'energy' how these people look but I never give them a second thought.
Of course not. I got shyt thats sad enough already. Do not need to add to thatYou ain't read none of that shyt.
The I don't really care prespective
nineteeneightysix
Banned
I would change that to "you decide to START fighting" with whatever resources you are aware of...
No human ever stops fighting...Even suicide is a tremendous struggle...
The struggle is on from the time you are a little sperm trying to make it to that egg...It stops when you die...
Desirous
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I still feel bad for them. I'm sure they don't want my sympathy, but I can't relate to growing up in certain situations they've been brought up in, and while I agree that there is a way out, it's a battle when you have so many odds against you.
nineteeneightysix
Banned
You are on a public forum...Engaged in a discussion...Of course not. I got shyt thats sad enough already. Do not need to add to that
The I don't really care prespective
On some level you "care"...If you didn't, you wouldn't have entered the thread...
I put "care" in quotations because it is a deep concept...I am just using the word in the way most people understand it..
Ok cool
No Id still say stop fighting.
Because they stop fighting to get out of that situation they're in. They just accept being a prostitute, accept being homeless, accept being a junkie. They know they shouldn't be doing it, they hate it but they just say f it and just submit to it.
Live the live of a junkie/prostitute/homeless, waiting for that day death comes to take them.
That's not fighting. That submitting.
Desirous
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There are more here http://policymic.com/articles/75889...derbelly-of-nyc-taken-by-a-wall-street-banker
This is his blog http://arnade.tumblr.com/
Kilgore Trout
Banned
gross
Hunts Point, smh. It's like the forgotten part of the Bx.
Desirous
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"I would rather be high than bored"
Aida, a hole in her throat and a tube coming out of her stomach, runs away from hospitals to be on the streets.
Each time she literally faces death. She knows that.
When Pepsi was in rehab and clean she didn’t miss the drugs, she missed the life. “I missed hiding from cops, from laying on the rooftops and watching them search for me. The rush was better than any drug.”
I think of that often. Addiction is a disease, a chemical imbalance that creates an unquenchable need.
It is also valuing the intensity of life over the duration. It is being experiential to a fault.
When Sonya falls into really good heroin, a bundle maybe, she writes her father’s cell phone number on her stomach. “I know I might die from an OD. If I go that way, I go that way.”
She herself was a “soccer mom” who ran for elected state office and lived in an old Victorian house. She now lives under a bridge and shooting about $100 a day.
“I am happier in some ways than I’ve ever been in my life. But I’ve lost so many things. I want to get out of my addiction but in some ways it’s made me grow a lot. And I think I know now how to live more than I ever have.”
Nobody wants to die early.
Addicts know they just might.
Aida, 40 years old, heroin addict
Aida was once very beautiful. All the addicts say it. “If you don’t look at the hole in her neck, at the tube coming out of her stomach, and look at her eyes, you can still see the beauty.”
“She used to walk down the street with her sweet four year old, holding hands. Then she started using and she lost everything.”
Aida couldn’t talk, but gestured for money.
Her hospital band, still on her wrist, gave details. Admitted to a nursing home weeks ago, born forty years ago.
“She does this all the time. She leaves a hospital, does drugs for two or three days, then collapses and we call the ambulance. Don’t bother calling now, she won’t go.”
I took her picture. She insisted, and so did her friends. I didn’t want to.
Nikki, her friend of many years, “People need to see this. Need to see what our awful lives are like.”
I hugged Aida. Her fragile body was wet in my hands. The smell from her, of rotting flesh, overpowered me.
I went behind my car and vomited. Then I cried.
Aida is still beautiful.