December 2009
2 posts
Auckland's Homeless
There’s another new supposedly homeless guy in town. I say supposedly homeless because I’m not entirely convinced of his story. He sits drawing in doorways, though he isn’t badly dressed, he looks relatively clean and I saw him sipping a bottle of Lipton Iced Tea the other day. His sign reads something along the lines of “I’m homeless and I’ve hit rock bottom,...
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One month in New Zealand
I know my little patch now. The buses, the familiar homeless people; the man with the beard and backpack who scavenges in rubbish bins, the lady who feeds the pigeons and reads her book whilst sitting on a piece of cardboard, Margaret (or so I’m told is her name) that sits on one of K’roads many benches chain-smoking, the familiar transvestites who can turn any normal sounding outfit...