Songbird
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Walked down Fairfax and heard an electric violin and was excited till I saw who mamacita was fiddlin' for.
The song was sad so I got up and kept walking to find a spot.
Stopped to watch a man in sweaty drawers paint.
Walked again and remembered the ghoulish wall mural.
Tried getting artsy fartsy with the photos on Fairfax at Lindenhurst, minding my p's and q's in the tall grass and weeds.
When a dude on a bike stopped to ask what I'm taking photos of.
Tony's from Hattiesburg Mississippi. Homeless junkie. Came to L.A. to get famous.
We talked Hattiesburg and Southern Miss and Favre and cocaine -- "I don't think I'll do coke again because of fentanyl," I said -- and fentanyl -- "my friend died from fentanyl 7 days ago," Tony said -- and is this a good area to sleep on the street? He offered a few tips.
Wanted to take photos of Tony's head tats so I swung the bat and he said yes.
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