My dorm room window used to look out upon a sewage treatment plant. It was really great.
There was this startlingly obese man who worked there, and I would sometimes take pictures of him as he wandered back from what I cruelly assume were pork rind runs to the nearby 7-11. For a couple of weeks I documented his subtly-changing tortured-sweatpants, primary-color mumu t-shirt and Timberlands wardrobe. This is my tribute to him.
Keep on truckin'!
Friendship... and then sadness.
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