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They call me the Mother Hen of the building. Yeah, that’s me.
I read books on metaphysics, philosophy, reincarnation. I read Shakespeare. History. Freud. A book every day.
I am speaking as humanity here because hey, people is people. We need to help each other.
I tried to explain to the park rangers and they’d still write me tickets. I think they said I had 146 sleeping tickets.
Once I became aware of the beast that I’m up against, I began to develop a method of dealing with the beast and not allowing the beast to consume me completely.
I think I always feel hungry for love, attention, and approval.
I started singing when I was 10 years old, and I always gotta stay on the good foot. People like me and they still ask me, when I’m going to start back again.
When I was 55, I lost my job in the Union, and my wife threw me out like a bum. Now I’m broke! And now I gotta go to the corner and sell my songs.
I’m hungry for acceptance from the world as a whole. I’m hungry for that peace and serenity of life. I’m hungry to be normal. Just be a normal person.
I’m just happy everyday. I’m grateful everyday that I am still here, that I can still think, that I can still get up, that I can still walk.
I want to be that guy that’s giddy and says “look my toes are hardly touching the pavement!” I want to know if that’s real or if that’s just in cartoons.
I make my wallets. Everybody should make things for themselves.