Steve lives on the outskirts. Instead of mingling with the homeless on Skid Row, he has found a secluded oasis of nature at the edge of a vacant lot at the edge of LA County. Steve has been dealt a difficult hand in life, and despite being adopted, losing his mother at a young age, having a severe physical disability in his leg, and suffering from delusional schizophrenia, he has tried to stay on track the best he can. Over the past couple of years, as I have done things like getting Steve a new knee brace to help him walk again, or transporting his clothes to the Laundromat after weeks of living in the dirt, his response is “I feel human again.” This old rotting chair came from Steve’s place, one of the many discarded items that piled up against the cinderblock wall under the canopy of trees where he spends his time.
