Richard was walking along my normal “parolee route,” and so I
assumed he too was a parolee. When I stopped the car, he jumped
in like he’d been waiting for me all his life.
His odor made my eyes burn. I told him that I’d feed him and give
him $20 for his portrait. He began babbling, making no sense. I
took that as an acceptance of our deal.
When we came in the studio, I set both my food and his out. I
turned around a moment later, and all the food was gone.
I had understood nothing he talked about in our portrait session.
But when I asked him where he wanted me to take him, he very
alertly said “To a liquor store!” When I asked him which one, he
replied “Any liquor store will do!” This was the only cognizant
communications we had.
- © 2014 patrick rogers, pat rogers studios
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