In 2002, I was living in Brooklyn and I went home to my parents house in Texas for the Christmas holiday. I was only there for about four days and it was really nice, my family gets along for the most part, our dinners are lively with as much laughter as loud disagreements over what ever topic is being discussed but that is how I grew up so all in all it was a great, relaxing weekend.
On my arrival back to Brooklyn I was greeted by a Lincoln town car that had been abandoned in front of my building, stripped (no wheels, doors, engine, hood, trunk lid), set on fire and then as the coupe de grace someone shoved a Christmas tree into the interior lights and all. It was as if the city was declaring 'fuck christmas'. I was tempted to dig through my bags and snap a picture immediately but it was late and I was tired so I figured I would do it in the morning when woke up. Well when I woke up the car was gone, I still don't know how I slept through that and I have always regretted not getting a picture of that scene. So even though the car was gone I did step outside my building and snap a few pictures of my neighborhood. This picture was taken literally from my front door step, you wouldn't believe the size of the rats!
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