I’m beginning to hate this world I live in.
I hate how my life has become so meaningless.
I hate how this overwhelming boredom is the main aspect of my existence.
I hate that all the passions I couldn’t live without can live without me. How the few things that gave my life purpose no longer get my heart racing.
I hate how everybody wants to be famous. The word talent should be redefined as ‘the Kardashians’. It takes talent to be that untalented and still be considered talented.
I hate how every night I stumble in to bed, alone, unconcerned if I wake up the next morning.
I hate how I hate. I hate hating.
Tony: Downtown East Side: The Misfits: Photo Essays: Claire Martin
2008. Tony lives in the Downtown Eastside in the same building as his brother and sister in law. They have all been addicted to heroin for around 25 years. Tony lost his wife to AIDS 5 year ago. They had twin daughters who were born HIV positive and were taken away by the state immediately after birth.
Tony is on the Methodone program, but continues to use heroin. Despite all the tragedies this drug has inflicted on his life he is still unable to quit.
Here he eats cream pie I brought for him.