i took to james immediately. he is friendly, open and warm. he says he'll have my back if i should ever need him. he introduced me to his friends as he walked the street looking for a fix. he says he has "a lot of hatred and a lot of happiness." he agrees it's a strange mix.
he doesn't mind people taking his picture. "people say it's stealing your soul; but my soul ain't worth nothing."
but he says he thinks he has goodness in him. "i'm a motherfucker, but i'm good to women and old people. i always give up my seat on the bus. and i'm good to my friends."
James is dying of colon cancer. More on the clickthrough. Speechless.
