Pen and ink on Bristol paper, 9 x 12 in.
There is usually a group of homeless and hotel-housed individuals who congregate in front of a family-run convenience store on Market Street near Van Ness Avenue. The woman in the wheelchair, who is homeless, deals drugs. I have been told this by residents of the neighborhood. But the fact was confirmed the day I walked past a confrontation between her and a customer. A young homeless man (I have seen him several times before) shouted at her about a raw deal. Screaming her name at the top of his lungs, he repeatedly asked where his twenty dollars went that was supposed to procure marijuana.
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