Photo by John Hoff
This is the very spot where Khameron used to dump his loads of fecal matter before getting caught in the act by the owner of the property. He would wipe himself with--if you can believe this--an entire shirt, then he would dump the shitty shirts in a big pile.
Where would he get the shirts? Apparently, from Sharing And Caring Hands, a homeless outreach center. "Patty" tells me the area around Sharing and Caring Hands is littered with clothing, because they give away bags of clothing and recipients tear through the bags, looking for items they want, throwing the rest away. Volunteers have to walk around just to pick up all the clothing.
When it would rain, feces juice would run down the alley, which has quite a slope. And, Patty pointed out, being a crack head Khameron never had very firm feces to begin with.
I also want to take a picture of the place where the Polish woman saw a man shot in both legs, and shouted for her elderly mother to hit the deck to avoid catching a bullet. I'll get around to that.
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Being the amazing, true-to-life adventures and (very likely) misadventures of a writer who seeks to take his education, activism and seemingly boundless energy to North Minneapolis, (NoMi) to help with a process of turning a rapidly revitalizing neighborhood into something approaching Urban Utopia. I am here to be near my child. From 02/08 to 06/15 this blog pushed free speech to the envelope, so others could take heart and speak unafraid. Email me at hoffjohnw@gmail.com
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