by Scott Walker
Photograph Captured on March 1, 2015
I noticed a tent sitting straight subsequent to the outlet for a tunnel, which was a serious thoroughfare in downtown Washington, DC. The tunnel was subsequent to a U.S. Division of Justice constructing close to 320 First Avenue.
“Knock – knock,” I yelled as I obtained nearer. I heard a raspy voice inside reply, “Are you able to unzip the door, I can’t actually transfer.”
As I unzipped the tent flap, a person with ice blue eyes checked out me and requested, “What?” I instructed him I simply wished to see who lived so near the highway and I used to be curious to listen to his story. He then emptied a milk crate that was sitting inside his tent and grabbed his pillow that lacked a pillow case. Subsequent, he grabbed a big cup of urine and poured it exterior the tent with out getting up. “Sorry about that,” he stated. He flipped the milk crate the wrong way up and positioned his pillow on prime of it. “Have a seat, that manner you might be snug,” he stated with stable pat of the pillow. “My identify is Lou.”
He then start to inform me how his tent was as soon as positioned on the “different facet” of DC. He stated he needed to transfer as a result of he was beat up by gang members “simply because” and all the things he owned was stolen. He instructed me that this location was a lot safer. It was public.
As he continued to speak automobiles would drive by and randomly honk. With the sound of every passing horn he would leap or twitch. “I’m schizophrenic and bi-polar, plus I’m diabetic… however I’ve not seen a physician,” he instructed me. He then talked in regards to the ache he was experiencing when he stands on his toes. He instructed me his toes had been “coming aside.”
He proceeded to take away his sneakers and socks. He slowly took one sock off whereas his face scrunched up as if he had eaten one thing bitter. Gasping for air after it was completely eliminated he stated, “See what I imply?” He instructed me he has not had remedy for his diabetes in fairly a while.
As for the psychological sickness he talked about, he instructed me that he has not had a prescription stuffed in “months.”
“I hate pissing in a cup and shitting in a bag, are you able to think about dwelling that manner,” he requested me? “The places of work close to right here – gained’t let me enter their constructing and it hurts to stroll anyway, so I’ve to make use of the toilet in right here, I can’t use it on the market,” he said whereas virtually in tears.
That is Lou and sure, that is his life.