Our great city is sliding downhill. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
Sprawled out for all to see and ignore.
A wandering wreck in a city of neglect.
Scraping by one day at a time.
A continuous civic festival of mental illness diversity, neglect and squalor.
Better days behind her.
Laughing at all the suckers who trudge off to work every day.
Livin’ the dream.
Grubby sidewalks filled with ranting lunatics. But enjoy the sunshine!
End of the line: Living at a bus stop.