Lufkin, Texas 2017
I could taste the meth on her breath. For forty dollars she said, I could do anything. With money in my pocket, I thought. I thought of her daughter who was friends with mine. I thought of her son who I couldn’t stand. I thought of my lover back home. I thought of all the filthy things I
would could do. Perhaps I thought too much? Forty dollars would have her good all weekend she ensured me. I could use her any way I saw fit. Instead I suggested rehab.
This image was taken that night.