Anybody Somewhere | THREE
The overpass at 18th and San Bruno is a galaxy for b-boys and concrete surfers, is spiraled like a seashell.
- Myron Michael
Ilustraciones de un Autista
No hay nadie a mi lado
No hay nadie a mi lado
-J. Eduardo Barragan
Anybody Somewhere | TWO
The voices in my head have horns. My ambitions are not aligned with what I have to work with, they’re much more headier. They’re like bulls, if you slap them on the ass they’ll come after you.
- Myron Michael
Ilustraciones de un Autista
El despertador sonó a las 7: 30 según lo programado.
-J. Eduardo Barragan
Ilustraciones de un Autista
by J. Eduardo Barragan
Por hoy no me fijo, escribiré como bruto sin fijarme en la acentuación y en la ss eses y zetas.
Anybody Somewhere | ONE
by Myron Michael
The ride from my apartment to the Mission is a choose-your-own-adventure, scenic and shifting, flat or hilly in either or places. The sky is a blanket of blue, showing all its glory, sharing all its sun with the dispossessed, displaced, and distraught addicts, bums, panhandlers, and drifters wrung around the shelter waiting for the sound of church bells and a five course meal catered by a five-star Chef.
