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The second photo is one of a couple moments after he got down on his knee and proposed. I caught it out of the corner of my eye, but was late for the knee photo.
Flaca, the man pictured at the beginning and end has been a struggling alcoholic for a while now. He has also been sleeping under the boardwalk at Coney Island. He recently decided to take part in a rehab program for 28 days in Queens starting today. All of his friends are really hoping he makes it through and cleans himself up a bit. Old habits are easy to fall into again. So, I'm hoping once that month passes pictures like the ones at the end of the slideshow won't happen anymore. He's a sensitive guy anyway, but he can't seem to process his issues very well when intoxicated. I wanted to document this so he would be able to see himself at this low point and maybe take it as a reference for how he can improve his life.
It's amazing how novel open spaces get when you live in the city. Even just to pass through a park is such a refreshing contrast from crammed streets and buildings. I finally made it up to Connecticut to visit an old friend of mine. There were woods, open roads and space.