13 stories found.
First person accounts from some of the crack addicts I've photographed. Interviews by Justin Kingsley.
One perspective on a society gone mad.
From crack houses to covered bridge, factories to furniture, canoes to condos, this is my hood.
Like clockwork, every year around winter time, the skin over my knuckles cracks and bleeds.
At the crack of dawn, instead of sleep, I felt like rhyming, so instead of another story, I wrote a poem.
e-G-r-s-t-u. Gesture in goddess form. I begin an attempt to start my life anew; at least in gesture. My last crack in the glass of...