matt . 18 years old / denver . colorado
during my long walk in search of today's stranger, i ran into two former strangers. and both within about one minute of each other. maybe denver is getting too small? or maybe i just need to drastically alter my walking course. in my defense, though, i did walk through several different neighborhoods today. it was cool and windy, especially in the shade, and people weren't standing out to me. somedays they do and somedays they don't. i can't explain it.
i dropped off a few files for printing (remember cecilia from a couple of weeks ago?) and then continued my hunt. i eventually saw a young guy playing the banjo on the 16th street mall. i like banjos. and i am always curious about buskers. i approached him and told him what i was doing and he quickly agreed to participate. we exchanged some information and then i took some photos. it was quite fun because while i was snapping away, taking his portrait, he was strumming on his banjo. it was nice to have a musical accompaniment.
matt told me that he grew up in the suburbs, so he wasn't forced out onto the streets. he wanted to have some adventures while he was young, so he has been making his way across the country. he has friends here in denver that he is staying with and was, until recently, traveling with friends. he plays music on the street to raise money for some tobacco. his road friends are going to continue west to california, but matt is soon going to go back home to south carolina. he told me he has a court date in a couple of weeks. i figured i should ask what that was all about, so i did. i guess matt got himself tangled up in a underage drinking, open container, and disorderly conduct fiasco. that sounds like it might have been a rough night.
i asked him if he was keeping a journal, thinking that he probably had a lot of experiences he wouldn't want to forget. matt said he used to, but he was lazy about writing in it. he used a camera for a little while, but it broke. he pointed to his head and said, "but its all up there."
i complimented his singing and playing and watched him for a couple of minutes. while standing there, a group of grungy teenagers walked by. one of them spit pretty close to my feet. i looked at him, not particularly trying to hide my disgust. he looked at me, not trying to hide his contempt, then he asked me if i had a cigarette. i'll let you create your own ending to that story...
thanks so much for your time today, matt. good luck with everything back in south carolina.
during my long walk in search of today's stranger, i ran into two former strangers. and both within about one minute of each other. maybe denver is getting too small? or maybe i just need to drastically alter my walking course. in my defense, though, i did walk through several different neighborhoods today. it was cool and windy, especially in the shade, and people weren't standing out to me. somedays they do and somedays they don't. i can't explain it.
i dropped off a few files for printing (remember cecilia from a couple of weeks ago?) and then continued my hunt. i eventually saw a young guy playing the banjo on the 16th street mall. i like banjos. and i am always curious about buskers. i approached him and told him what i was doing and he quickly agreed to participate. we exchanged some information and then i took some photos. it was quite fun because while i was snapping away, taking his portrait, he was strumming on his banjo. it was nice to have a musical accompaniment.
matt told me that he grew up in the suburbs, so he wasn't forced out onto the streets. he wanted to have some adventures while he was young, so he has been making his way across the country. he has friends here in denver that he is staying with and was, until recently, traveling with friends. he plays music on the street to raise money for some tobacco. his road friends are going to continue west to california, but matt is soon going to go back home to south carolina. he told me he has a court date in a couple of weeks. i figured i should ask what that was all about, so i did. i guess matt got himself tangled up in a underage drinking, open container, and disorderly conduct fiasco. that sounds like it might have been a rough night.
i asked him if he was keeping a journal, thinking that he probably had a lot of experiences he wouldn't want to forget. matt said he used to, but he was lazy about writing in it. he used a camera for a little while, but it broke. he pointed to his head and said, "but its all up there."
i complimented his singing and playing and watched him for a couple of minutes. while standing there, a group of grungy teenagers walked by. one of them spit pretty close to my feet. i looked at him, not particularly trying to hide my disgust. he looked at me, not trying to hide his contempt, then he asked me if i had a cigarette. i'll let you create your own ending to that story...
thanks so much for your time today, matt. good luck with everything back in south carolina.
1 comments:
I love this stranger post (: He's so cute. Lol.
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