When I arrived in New York, I was homeless with 400 bucks in my pocket.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I was living in New York and didn't have a penny to my name, I would walk around the streets and occasionally I would see an alcove or something. And I'd think, that'll be good, that'll be a good spot for me when I'm homeless.
I've been homeless on a few occasions.
At one stage, I didn't have any money, so I slept on the streets for a few nights. It wasn't uncommon in the 1950s, and it wasn't uncommon to be out of money. There wasn't anywhere to go to get money.
I had no money. I just figured out hustles to get by, like maybe selling my clothes. I wanted to travel around and be broke and live in sketchy apartments.
I've been homeless. I've worked at 7-Eleven.
I have always felt a little homeless. It's a strange thing.
I grew up with a family that had very little and were at times homeless.
The thing I remember about New York was how little I felt. I arrived with one small bag and $15.
I showed up in L.A. with $500 and a backpack and I stayed at a shelter, so nobody handed me anything. I worked for every single thing that I have.
I came to New York with $500 and I had to live on that, but thankfully I was taken up by photographers quickly.