The Ground Score

It had been a brutal Halloween for Drunk Dave. He'd hired on as a bar-back at The Pussy's Purr just two weeks prior, specifical...

I'd found thirty dollars on the ground over the course of a couple days and decided to do some drinking. On the second night I was ...

I was on Decatur Street in front of the Cafe Du Monde Company Store, playing banjo and singing for drug money. It was a slow night, which al...

Chicago is a drug dealer. He stands in front of the shelter from dawn until dusk every day selling sticks for two dollars, bl...

Back when I was a street performer in New Orleans, I knew this kid named Nate who rode the rails and wandered in and out of town as the moo...

Part 1 "Captured"---  It began with a gesture of kindness. A new friend of mine, impressed by my writing, had given me an elaborat...