Bottle Bottom

See the world through the eyes of a homeless, glassy-eyed, worn-out shoe alcoholic.

Enter his mind and join his daily encounters as he walks the streets of Chicago.

"Having spent the night under the bridge, I walked down the street to the Quick Mart. I have no acknowledged presence here but I'm not overlooked either. The glare of repulsion draws a bead on me. I've experienced it so many times. They do not realize they are doing it. It is like breathing to them. It is demoralizing to me.

"I step up and grab a free paper and return to my spot of condemnation. I watch them exit the Quick Mart. They are wearing polished wingtip shoes, wool pinstripe suits, professionally starched cotton shirts, and designer silk ties, all under stylish overcoats. A scent of signature cologne is in the air. This is all contrasted by my pull-on boots, a double pair of raggedy jeans, and a dirty canvas jacket buttoned to the top to hide layers of shirts. All in an effort to contain my pungent body odor...."