“Storytelling is the essential human activity.
The harder the situation,
the more essential it is.”
– Tim O’Brien, "The Things They Carried"
PLACE Galleria: May 1 - May 31, 2025
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The Photograph
The Photograph + Writing
This is my guitar… It means everything to me. I take it wherever I go. And I pick it and I play it whenever I can. I decided to sell Street Roots and so far it has been the best job I’ve ever had…. My guitar and I have been together for over five years, and I hope for many more to come. Portland is a great place to play and improve. As there are many artists and supporters of the arts. I would love to call a place like this my home. I think there is a bright future ahead for this city and I hope it involves music. Maybe some guitar. My message is to keep living, loving and laughing. – Keith Lewis. March 28, 2024
MY PERSONAL IRREPLACEABLE ITEMS LOST FOREVER FROM SWEEPS
BOTH OF THESE ITEMS WERE LEFT TO ME BY MY FATHER. He was in the Great War World War II (WWII) with the Army corps of Engineers. The compass was given to me when I was a Cub Scout, by my Scout Master, my Father. I had NO choice joining, dad was Scoutmaster AND Mom was den Mother AND my house was our Den! The lighter I inherited in 1985 when Dad died. It was a remembrance of my Dad’s time on the (arrow points to "The Missouri” lighter) going over to Japan on the very day Japan Surrendered. His job was to evaluate the damage from both Atomic Bombs. He made the decision should be the building be completely torn down or completely re-built. – Douglas ( Wookie) N. Marcks (Compass and lighter photos provided by Wookie taken from the internet because they were lost in the sweeps).
Socks
The Rain It Pours The rain, it pours from a sky Painted dark by clouds of watercolor grays the sound, a steady thrumming on my tent Plays melodies that are best left unsung Monotonous are the drips and drops The rain makes all damp I'm damp the tent is damp my bedding is damp my clothes are damp My cats are damp, look at me like I ordered this weather But it's the socks that demand attention Wet socks, wet shoes miserable I tell you Dry socks are treated like commodities openly exchanged on some fictitious homeless network " I'll take 3 shared of dry socks ! " Though there are no closing bells at this exchange Every tent you visit, every visitor to yours all ask the same query "Do you have any dry socks? Another winter in Oregon and the malaise has begun to creep in Keeping me from work that needs doing there's so many to-do's And it is just me and I am broken in need of a hip A lower back with cartilage-free disks A left knee who feels left out But it is only me And I can stand in 15 minute increments then I have to sit down it's maddening trying to get any work done I feel like I'm taking two steps forward Then being pushed back Into mud disguised as soil
Green Friend
This is the green friend who I have in combat and peace. With me when I was homeless in Troutdale, Oregon. When I was sad or depressed I turn to my only friend. He always had a smile on his face. My green friend served two tours in Iraq and one tour in Afghanistan as an Army Nurse. The stuff animal serves multiple purposes! He waves at me when I am sad or depressed or just having a bad day or lonely.. I love the red eyes on his face. He is so much of positive energy. He is with me when I sell the Street Roots paper! Hello my green friend you are a special keepsake in my life! I wish I share him somebody but I keep it “yours” mine forever! Green symbolizes peace. I try to develop peace in my life and share an abundance of joy in all I do, I am so grateful what my higher power has given me! – Ricky Duane Wagner. Vender (638)
Key Chain
how much loss. Lost…wallet(s) hoMe. the chain is not enuf but 12th year, finally, a key fob for a Lease in my name.
Compass
I think of my grandfather who gave me my first compass & now I have a piece of him with me when I carry one. It’s part of my history and my childhood one of the reasons I carry it is tradition. I am reminded of the importance of direction as well as well as having a means of finding it. I love simple machines that I can understand and make my life easier. It deconstructs terrestria and places it in my hand so I can understand. – George
Grogu
The fear of being homeless has never left me or my sons though it has been 28 years since we got rehoused. I call Grogu my little traveling buddy holding him helps me with my anxiety. He spreads joy to those who need it. Why? Because this is the way! (or it should be). I am now 61 years old. All the services that were in place all those years are gone. The streets are so unsafe for women. I see older women living on the street and my heart breaks. Out of control rents, lack of people caring has resulted in people in their golden years in desperate survival mode. It is the Mandalorian creed it’s expected that the less fortunate are taken care of. This is a philosophy that we should live by. Sarah Hobbs & Grogu
Rearview
I was 16 years old when I met my Dad. He was the only adult in my youth to not try to hurt me, and the only one to take the time to not only show me the right way to do things but also why it was important to do so. Now my Dads Ashes hang from my rearview so that he is wherever I go. It helps me remember the kind of man he was & 5he kind of man I strive to be. RIP Dad. – james Duby
Family Photo
For a long good memory to dear children Rakhmil and Feni from parents Moisey and Khoimi Shpektor-Russia 1918 These two solemn faced folks are my great grandparents Moisey (pronounced Moi-se) and Khoimi (pronounced Naomi). It is from Russia in 1918. It was their last picture taken and sent to my grandmother and her husband. ( Feni pronounced Fanny and Rakhmil pronounced Rudolph). They were in an arranged marriage and immigrated to Canada. I say it is their last picture taken because they were executed by the Nazis during the first world war (or around that time) and the advance into Russia. They’re Jewish . Originally this picture is of two, one was without writing, the original had the writing in Yiddish. My mother would not let me take it without having it deciphered. Hence the message above is he translation. To me, to have kept this safe while I was homeless was monumental but indeed without question. It is such a small piece of that part of my family’s history. I see my face in her face, I see my daughters faces in hers as well. It is without any doubt a long good memory… – Bronwyn Carver
Cutting Board From Home
A cutting board hung on kitchen walls never being used but admired. As a child my mom had this board on every kitchen wall since I can remember. The image from a Persian love poem shows a woman pouring drink for a man. When I received the board after her death I took to using the board as it intended desire. Many years this cutting board has been with me fulfilling its promise and aesthetic allowing me to ponder all a kitchen holds. Along with this board, every kitchen on the fridge sat a white piggy bank with colorful flowers on its side and a happy face. (inserted here is a drawn picture of the piggy bank) On the stove sat two figurines hand carved from Russia of a man and woman (inserted here again are drawings of the figurines). Till we lost one behind a stove never to be found. The kitchen held love, secrets,hopes and meals as a family. My mother was Jewish from Canada, her family from Russia. I was born in Toronto Canada grew up in N.Y.C. till I was 16. I left home to experience the world only to find out when I became a parent how important the things seen as trivial are truly important. – Bronwyn Carver
Necklace
(START HERE) AGE OF INNOCENCE My journey began in Maryland in the suburbs of Baltimore where my little sister Jessica and I were showered with much love by our small but tight-knit family my grandparents were a hugely positive influence on us. My grandmother, Helen, a lifelong school teacher gave this gold necklace to our grandfather, Bill, for their 50th wedding anniversary. It symbolizes the love they shared for the majority of their long lives. It also reminds me of the Innocence of my youth, before things in my life turned ugly. I loved them very very much. TROUBLED WATERS Once I hit puberty the problem started. At 12 I started liking girls, smoking pot, and tripping on acid. My grades plummeted and I was sent to my first rehab at age 14 it was the first of what would be many failed attempts at getting clean OVER THE EDGE At age 30 my addiction issues took a turn for the worst. Like millions of others during this period (1990s) in America, I got hooked on pain pills. When they ran out I began sniffing heroin. Then I began using needles, which began a 15-year odyssey that included three stints in prison in three different states. My life was in shambles and I burned all of my bridges with my family because I stole from them to feed my habit. THROWING IN THE TOWEL One day I decided to leave Baltimore, hop on Amtrak and move to Seattle where I could escape my problems and live life "off the grid". This was the first time I experienced true homelessness. I lived on the streets around the Pike place market hustling to get by. As terrible as it was it was often exciting, and I formed bonds with many of the people I met on the streets. PDX Eventually I drifted down to Portland where I spent three more years grappling with my addiction, living on the streets, out of touch with my family. As cut throat as it was the vibe here in Portland was more chill than Seattle. I met some amazing, kind, intelligent people but life was hell and eventually I overdosed on fentanyl and landed in the hospital. My mother flew in from Maryland and rescued me off the streets. I entered treatment and it finally stuck REBIRTH Today I have almost 9 years clean/ sober. For my second anniversary my mom gave me my grandfather's necklace, which was a huge deal for me. It symbolizes the trust I earned back from my family, and the love we all share today it is my most cherished item. In 2023 I somehow graduated from Portland State, and in 2025 I'm set to graduate with a masters from U of Oregon. Never in a million years did I think any of this would be possible. If I can do it anyone can. Today I'm on a mission to give back to the community here in PDX. Never Give up!
Clyde Dogg
Clyde Dogg. Without Him I Would have Nothing and no one in my LIFE
Sunny an Ty
Sunny is my emotional support dog. He’s with me all the time. He’s very protective of me, he makes me laugh a lot.It’s Sunny at out house all the time. – Ty
Sign
I'm compelled to begin, well, at the beginning. My parents met at 13 years old married at 19, I was born in Long beach, california. When my parents were both 21. My dad and the coast guard, my mom, stayed at home to have and raise me. We moved to Bakersfield where I had a little sister, karen, join the crew in 1971. Dad is William dean, or "W.D. " And mom is judy. Back in the early 1970s I began riding bicycles in the hills. In 1974, my dad took me to my first organized BMX race. I got third place trophy for the next few years I was a star BMX racer. Until my parents divorce in 1979. That's when my BMX career tanked. It was also when I began to hang out with the kind of "bad kids" around 6th grade, I received a drum set for christmas. It was only a year before I started to play music with kids in the neighborhood who had started to get guitars and bases for Christmas or birthdays and so my career with my craft of writing and playing music began also I played baseball soccer as well as music in the school band and privately so it seems I was a very talented young man. So everyone always told me you have a lot of natural ability I was intelligent to a... And a complete extrovert comfortable speaking to multitudes I've had a vicious cycle I have always had to deal with I do brilliant things music School never got a c in University work I am one of only a few who can turn an empty room into a fully functioning clinical laboratory.State licensed, gaining revenue from auto billing computers to insurance companies for revenue. So fast forward being a surfer since 6th grade has been a spiritual food in which I've partaken for most of my life. Now I am wracked with physical problems, five orthopedics, and now I for most of my life can't even walk can't walk no benefits No help, No nothing!!! and WHY? On The Street, Robbed, Ridiculed, Hated How much longer before I looooooz it?
Skateboard and Walking Stick
ST . . . AR . . . .Saint r Christopher archangel Christopher Saint King James Wilkinson Christopher James Wilkinson "Mogley” . . . unify all religion cultures and all types of people to achieve a common goal whether or not you are for the force of the good or evil we can still help each other achieve a common goal . . . so I came up with a crazy design like using a rail gun technology to build light warp drive on a ship . . . Real gun space equals warp drive on a ship . . . "Moon" "pyramid" if it doesn't have a base to fire from in space it should if electromagnetically pulls its self theory . . . 60 orbital path . . .Sun . . . travel . . . wild . . . life so far it gets better for me!!! . . . Unity . . .Hope is what's I needed . . . Call it the next mission and global competition to see who can build a better fast travel spaceship with the help of artificial intelligence helping us and training us how to do... (Could not decipher) what . . . Wings . . . Santa Cruz . . . Portland . . . Sellwood . . . all of Oregon northern and California and Washington . . . The PNE persay connected the dots that go many different routes between all of these places . . Chakra staff . . . each part of the staff mast he specified minerals said to . . . enhance chakras 1-7-7-1 so that the distribution of energy stays even and it's balanced . . . Bible . . .Manual (arrow pointing to a drawn open book) that got used to just about now . . . We with everybody's input deed to come together to calculate 2000 more years with precision it will only work if all recognize ethnicities and cultures so we can find awareness answer along side the help of maniacal(?) artificial intelligence . . . A split in the wood to put minerals in it refer to aluminum tube to encrypted with the different ((Could not decipher) . . . that are unified that are unified them . . . (Could not decipher)) . . . Energy conductor and tool used to heal oneself using the frequency omitted from it to heal those in proximity using a combination of energy and frequency working through the four senses with synchronicity.
Mazie Mae and Mama Marla
Mazie Mae was 7 weeks old when she entered my life. She was only 5 lbs. Now she was pregnant had 5 puppies. Now we have Maverick and Maizie Mae. When I wake up I’m happy to see her. She was pregnant in this pic. This was her first litter. – Mama Marla
My best friend "Edith"
My best friend may not be the prettiest, My best friend may not have the best manners, My best friend may snore a little too loud, My best friend may steal your dinner when you aren't looking. My best friend may act like a tough guy even though she is a scaredy cat, I can sit here and go on and on about her non-etiquette, pushy, and sometimes rude behavior, but that by far surpasses the good qualities that my best friend has... My best friend is a great listener... She never gossips or repeats a secret... My best friend will kiss my cheek,"Just Because" My best friend can take any bad day and turn it into a good day, just by being herself... My best friend makes my heart smile My best friend would share her treats with me if I asked... My best friend is loyal and always makes me feel like I am number one .. This next friend has been there for me through addiction, and through recovery. There were many days that I felt hopeless and could not go on... This next friend have me no choice to get better... She made sure I'm always okay... When I did not care about myself I cared about get... When I didn't eat food for days I always made sure she had plenty of food... When I didn't want to get out of bed from depression or being for sick, She forced me to take her outside for a walk. When I felt like I didn't want to live any longer, the thoughts of who would take care of her would fill my mind... No matter what I never quit caring about her. That's the best friend anyone could ask for... I look into hey big 'ol eyes and thank God everyday that I have her... She's not a dog, she's a family member... I am so indebted to this little four legged fuzz ball. She really had no clue of how much she's fine for me, and she never asks for anything in return... This is Edith She just turned 4 years old on May 30th 2024. Hey favorite pastime is sleepytime, long walks, and eating – Brandi
"Lucky"
Hi everybody! My name is Lucky. I am Joey( blue eyes) and Gillian's emotional support animal, but I am SO much more. I am their little rambunctious kid that brings joy and laughter into their lives, and the lives of everyone I meet. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE dog treats, but all my parents first before giving me any please. Otherwise, I might get into trouble. I also enjoy meeting new people, and new dogs.( If they're nice). I'm a crazy running machine when I'm let off my leash. I can go up to 40 MPH.
My Pup "Cheech"
Cheech My pup, best friend and companion. He cries when I leave and constantly climbs all over me. Abused by his previous home, he immediately curled up in my arms and melted my heart. He may be alive but make no mistake he already has his wings and halo. He’s my little guardian angel. – Charles Lewis
Abby the Dog
Hi my name is Abby, I am a service dog, I help people wit disability in a good home with alot of love and care. – Abby the Dog.- Donna + Michael
Peety
In 2017 around my birthday, the week of I had been going through so much life times of trauma more than any one person should ever have to deal with in their life & I had enough and after multiple visits in out of psychiatric hospital and over 40 detoxes but, after trying so hard for so long I was no longer able to cope with my life. So this was going to the end for me! I had wrote a simple note: I'm sorry but I can no longer cope with life, please forgive me! I went downstairs already in tears to have my last cig or thought it was my last cig, but my how the universe, source, Creator decided after countless suicide attempts and over 10 visits to the psychiatric facilities right here in Portland alone (my Heavenly, Divine, Universe Creator) was divulging itself to me! As I reach the out entryway to my building and for the first time ever I noticed my address which had meant which had never caught my attention before (111)5 and these are angelic repeating Angel #'s & little did I know I was about to meet one! Then as I open the door there I heard the violent screaming like a small child a small 6-month-old baby puppy screaming for its life I watched in terror as the 6-ft tall individual who was in a wheelchair standing up literally beating this small 30 lb 6-month-old dogo Argentina/Pitbull almost to death. He was bloody and my and cowering there laying on the ground screaming for its poor little life and how I was trying to end my own so desperately! Then suddenly without hesitation my issues and problems were no more and no longer did anything exist or nor was there anything longer important but saving the life of this precious, beautiful, innocent, life of this young puppy! So I screamed at this person and ask them WTF were they doing, you're beating this dog to death. They said well it's none of your fucking business but he won't listen and he bit another dog & caused $5,000 in damage and I'm putting him down tomorrow. I said hey I tell you what I have $80 on me and I can tell you this dog was meant to save my life tonight and so they threw the leash at me and gladly took the money. . . . That is how Peety saved my life and I saved his life and this is called divine intervention
"Bear"
(LEFT):Hello I'm Bear. I'm a Nova Scotia duck tolling retriever. I'm also my Mama's service dog in training. I'm now a year old and have many fans in both Vancouver, Washington and Portland Oregon. I follow my mama and papa around all over Washington as I make sure my momma is able to stay calm and sit down when she gets get dizzy spells. My momma is from Flint Michigan and she goes by the name Mya or Fox. My daddy is from Vancouver Washington and goes by the name Joe or Joey two-times. They meet before I was born at a recovery cafe in 2017 and they became close friends until my Mama's ex boyfriend raped and threw a glass mason jar at her head on her birthday... That's what drove my momma to attempt suicide. My daddy stopped her and they started their lives together. Momma's ex boyfriend threatened her and Daddy's life which started their homeless cycle due to clearing their names. My daddy found me for momma on Craigslist and since then me and momma are rarely separated. We currently sleep in a van and I get to be near momma while Daddy works. Momma's writes hey fictional story about a Dystopian world when I let her pick up the pen and sheets of paper. Good news though Daddy is paying for a motorhome and a spot for it in a RV Park so the homeless cycle will end soon... That and my momma and Daddy will be getting officially married soon! I've seen daddy looking at rings and they are talking about this year! I'm so excited! "Tail wags" momma and Daddy happy! Yay! (RIGHT):This is Bear's daddy. I struggled with drug addiction for 12 years. I have been sober now 14 years, it was hard but with good people and a great wife you too can succeed, it will now be easy but you too can have a good life, we love all of you and wish y"all a happy successful life. I hope this message serves you will on your road trip success! God Bless This is Bear's mamma, I have fought homelessness for over 11 years and many it was from job loss and as your read through Bears writing life isn't easy but, it is livable even through depression. Stay Strong! You got this! Mya Joseph/Joey Two Tones Mya/Muriah Fox
Cards
Cards are beautiful because they are a universal language. At my most beautiful I carry cards and books and books are heavy. On a more intimate level I carry cards because they remind me of my friend and sister Bre:, Me and her are twins. And i miss her deeply. I carried a copy of The Creative Act by Rick Rubin with me when I had a backpack. I carry my phone. I carry stories. On a more sprawling level I think and everyone else carries the universe inside them and it is each individuals life work and privilge to tell their stories and explore the universe inside self and outside in the world. I used to play cards. I’ll play more cards tonight. – Flash (Infinity Symbol)
Lighter
It keeps me calm when I have it with me because it light’s my cigg’s. – Elizabeth
Bike Lock/Weapon
This item is to protect me in my daily life and I love having this around me it really helps me out and remind me when I was a kid. I use the bike lock as protection unfortunately all of my stuff was stolen when I was sleeping, even my bike lock. – Chris Thomerson
Mad Man Marlon
June 20th, 2024 REBEL HEART STILL LIVES Love Marlon Crump A.K.A. “Mad Man Marlow”
My Numbers
MY NUMBERS One of the most universal languages still in existence is math, using numbers. As an autistic, numbers for me reaches a whole new level. My numbers keep me focused and calm. This is where I turn if my life becomes anxious, chaotic, etc. Pages Front/Back in neat easy to read lines. (You can “count” on me!) x I x ÷. (p)e +++- MDAS. Melissa Diane Rose
Guitar
Hey; Have a nice day. Let your fears fade away. (Croossed out vent and drew a heart). – Nick. (Nike's nickname is also ..."Nick").
The Jacket / The Guitar
THE JACKET: This jacket was a gift from a friend who helped teach me to ride untouched by danger during my first season on a motorcycle. I feel like the jacket itself kept me safer because most folks look at a jacket like this and assume the wearer couldn’t possibly be unhoused or struggling financially. It protects me from violence primarily experienced by the unhoused and I’m aware of that but I wouldn’t sell it because it was a gift from someone who loves me and it keeps me warm. These things are heavy after a while. Difficult to store. THE GUITAR: This guitar is not the first I’ve carried on the streets. It is the third. But it is the first I’ve ever been given simply because I needed an instrument and a stranger recognized and honored that I would already have one if I had means to get one for myself. I plan to pay that forward and in fact, in some ways, already have. From the ashes of disaster grow the roses of success. Other unhoused people sometimes judge me flor having them – they’ve kept me safe, in was though. LBA ‘24
Mick's Martin Guitar
This is my best sounding guitar I ever had. I think that this axe has soul it almost plays itself. The tone & timber is so deep & rich that music seems to flow with ease. This has to be the one that puts someone over the top & make them famous. My stage name is Mick. Roger Richardson. (NOTE: After Mick wrote about his Martin guitar it was stolen by “a friend”).
Mick's New Guitar
I Remember The day that I First. When I first strummed guitar never was there any doubt in my mind that I would do my best to become a guitar player. 50 some years later, I play. That being said, there isn’t a single day that goes by that I don’t learn, some days I make major breakthroughs, some not as big but everyday the joy of playing and learning is mine. There is a world out there that most don’t know is there. Musicians have the pleasure that others don’t ever get to have. I only wish that everyone could have the great gift that playing music brings. Mick
Uptown Rob
My associate said I could write about anything I wanted; so as I look at this photo of myself I thought I could write about any hot topic that came to mind, however seeing that I am outside my "home base" denotes that I need to speak on the difference between "Street camping" and my state of duress of which by this I have a" home base". Street camping has a connotation that implies a sort of recreation by use of the verbage “camping." With camping one can elect to be in one place for a little while, then elect to move to an another place as they seem fit or want to do. It is more adventurous, spontaneous, something fun to partake of. What becomes more dire of circumstances is when you have no place else to go to, no place to pick up and relocate to; mostly due to having no money to afford another place. These issues then create "Street camping” and "home base of operation" issues. Because I am in a state of physical, emotional duress; I have since becoming "houseless" 8 yrs ago have always called my location"home base" as to give a more accurate designation to what this is to me and to others being out here is not fun at all. There's very little fun or recreation that can come from living on the street. Having responsibility, being accountable, standing for something rather than falling for everything means a lot to me; as well as others who have hope and well wishes for me. Some are empathetic some have seen by first hand account what has happened and continues to happen; to keep me in a" stalled out" so to say position despite the moves forward or achievements I've been able to do, some made by the hello of those I call "angels of mercy". Other help when it comes, let's just say has been random acts of kindness; and at the right time. Speaking more about time, of it; has no pause or stop button for anyone. What has been revealed to me through examples, some of personal nature, some via others stories and lessons; has shown me, to be better than what's hate'n on me, show that you can get up, get out and stand after a fall! Sharpen my skill set and get my get back like you know how and have been shown the path to do. With time this shit too shall pass, prayers for my better days. – Uptown Rob
5150 Skateboard
My name is Danny boy and this skateboard was given to me 5 years ago and to this day still it. Street skateboarding has been part of the life 17 plus years now my board not only gets me to A to B, or be my only dry thing to sit down at night. But helps me with my health, my life, my friends, and my serenity. 5150 is a multi street life by the last 20 years. I care for the next door homeboy, I am to help to old man with homeless resources. Now about the couple with two kids that need something to eat,? What about the young teenager skipping school – I help those because that the way I then helped since day 2. I love my skateboards, I love those around me and I love my city of Portland Oregon Danny boy
Hands
Dumpsta D
Hands + Collage
OUR MEMORIES ARE ALL WE CARRY. – Dumpsta D
Bike
Dumpsta D
LIFE IS A BEAUTIFUL RIDE.
I first hit P. Town long before the hipster infestation of’ 03. Back then the rent was so cheap it almost felt like robbery. None of us submit to wage slavery. Between dumpsters and liberated beer all our needs were met for free! The cycling community back then was so small I could go to a bike event look around and know I knew them nearly all. As for the cycling community it's sometimes felt closer to family for me. Much had changed since that time one thing has not. You will find my ass in the saddle be is freezing or red hot. Nothing is music to my ears like the humming of tires and clicking of gears. Some days I feel my race is nearly done on others like the party has just begun. Keep Riding Y'all D× D×. Keep The Rubber Side Down. P× D.× X× Bike Punx Rule.
Dru M's Guitar
Dru M's Guitar
This is my Martin acoustic guitar. I actually found this walking around downtown Portland. I thought that maybe we were drawn together because Martin is also my last name, so maybe we were meant to be together! I never let it out of my sight, probably from the trauma I had last year when my electric guitar was stolen! LOL! I am actually a thousand times better on the drums, so I always have a pair of drumsticks with me too. I am trying to get a cocktail drum set which is a kit that is played standing up and all on one stand. So then eventually you’ll see me always walking with a guitar in one hand and a drum set in the other, ready to rock with whoever is down to play with me at the moment! My name spells out drum. Dru M.
Casper's Cart
– Duane “Casper” Reynolds
Casper's Cart
Today is new. Yesterday is passed. Tomorrow is not yet. So love always self. When we all ran where we land none ever did. To find me here broken and ran away at 13 in ’75. Cold frozen a child no help. October hiding from move, move move. run run run. Here take this. 74 New Years. She had tin bubbles and green grass. Thess childhood of the M.H. M.D. M.D. (Flower drawing) . Grass smoke the only way I had dream of a warm room . Live for today. Love. – Duane “Casper” Reynolds