Okay, it's late. I'm putting off going to bed, going through old photos, and I came across this. New York, 2000. He didn't say a word - he just gestured for a cigarette as I walked past. I gave him one then asked if I could take his photograph. He nodded almost imperceptibly:
Once was: "Suddenly freelance journo, 37, desperately seeking a decent place for a quiet drink."
Currently part-time journo, 38, desperately seeking a decent place to live.
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