Mike Easter wrote:
>> the spider&web tat is not too bad.
Speaking of backstories, here's the back story on James in the pic by
the guy who took the pic. The 'style' of the caption is just the way he
handled the caps and such; I didn't bother to fix anything.
// HOMELESS MAN IN TENDERLOIN JUST DIAGNOSED WITH CANCER, SAN FRANCISCO,
JUNE 2006
homeless james from virginia in the tenderloin; goes by "bags." he's 44.
james has been in sf since he was 16 when he got out of juvenile
detention. he was locked up from the age of 12. he started shooting up
when he was 11. he drove out to sf with a girl he had started dating at
the time who had just gotten out of college. says "i was a goodlooking kid."
james says his father was a sniper in vietnam who had 163 kills for the
cia. he agrees his dad was "hardcore." james learned to fight from him.
they had a falling out and don't speak any longer. james' mother was a
stripper.
james used to love to keep animals and guns. he would collect both. he
had dogs, cats, rats, etc. but he went through a bad period where he was
really tweaked out on drugs and he killed them all. he didn't shoot
them; he strangled them. says he feels bad about it.
says he doesn't feel bad about the men he's killed. the one he killed in
prison was a child molester who had raped a 6 year old boy. it was a hit
and he carried it out with no reservations. he stabbed the man through
the back of the neck with a pick axe or some such. says he still
remembers the sound as the axe went through the man's neck and grated
into the bed. the spiderweb prison tattoo on his neck is a "badge of
honor" which commemorates the kill.
i took to james immediately. he is friendly, open and warm. he says
he'll have my back if i should ever need him. he introduced me to his
friends as he walked the street looking for a fix. he says he has "a lot
of hatred and a lot of happiness." he agrees it's a strange mix.
he doesn't mind people taking his picture. "people say it's stealing
your soul; but my soul ain't worth nothing."
but he says he thinks he has goodness in him. "i'm a motherfucker, but
i'm good to women and old people. i always give up my seat on the bus.
and i'm good to my friends."
james is dying of colon cancer. he has a tumor "the size of a
grapefruit" which was caught too late. says he's "pissing and shitting
blood." but he says he doesn't care. "why should i care? i've had it bad
and i could complain, but plenty have had it worse than me." //
The longer back back story on SF's Tenderloin can be seen in the 'pedia
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tenderloin,_San_Francisco
A brief snip: "Nestled near the downtown area, the Tenderloin has
historically resisted gentrification, maintaining a seedy character and
reputation for crime.[12] Squalid conditions, homelessness, crime,
illegal drug trade, prostitution, liquor stores, and strip clubs give
the neighborhood a seedy reputation."
--
Mike Easter