A few months ago, I sat in an air conditioned dive bar on Powell Boulevard.. It was 111 degrees outside. Across the street from the joint stood a homeless encampment of some 30 domiciles, some of them beyond description in their peculiarity, squalor and ingenuity. Two shirtless men barbecued something outside one of the domiciles. Another man appeared crucified in a chaise lounge. It was quite likely that someone in this encampment (and every encampment in the region) would die during the record heat wave. No one might even notice until a certain smell arose.
Keep on Rockin' In the Free World
Keep on Rockin' In the Free World
Keep on Rockin' In the Free World
A few months ago, I sat in an air conditioned dive bar on Powell Boulevard.. It was 111 degrees outside. Across the street from the joint stood a homeless encampment of some 30 domiciles, some of them beyond description in their peculiarity, squalor and ingenuity. Two shirtless men barbecued something outside one of the domiciles. Another man appeared crucified in a chaise lounge. It was quite likely that someone in this encampment (and every encampment in the region) would die during the record heat wave. No one might even notice until a certain smell arose.