Derelict…

The first time I met Ricky, He pleaded with me for change, while giving a sob story of being a wounded veteran, down on his luck. Immediately after that I was told he was full of shit, and that he stole my friend Brett’s sneakers off the porch a few days earlier. I was told that he has never left the neighborhood, and is a reputed liar, thief and a drunk. I wondered why he was wearing Vans.

Over the next few months, he repeated his pleas, and I grew less tolerant, as I revered a fraudulent U.S. Veteran of some of the lowest of the low, praying off peoples heartfelt sympathies, only to buy cheap beer.

Not much later, I noticed Ricky on a bike that was missing out of my backyard. It was a bike to be donated to Charity. I also witnessed Ricky in various questionable circumstances around the neighborhood…
One day, Ricky was passed out holding onto a can of natty ice, in Army Fatigues, in the middle of the day, so we shot a picture of him getting rad!

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