R.L. lives in East Austin, just off 12th Street on a dead-end, one-lane street lined with tiny houses, most of them one-bedroom.
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Kings of the Court
The Intersections of Sixth Street
“Ugly Betty” reunion
Into the Night
Just another day
Somewhere else
The Noise of the Night
Muscles and Chrome
When Eyes Meet
One recent evening on Austin’s Sixth Street, this young homeless man and I locked eyes. He wordlessly allowed the taking of his photograph and then commented on my T-shirt: forest green, with a design of generic leaves that could be from any tree. At least that’s what I thought it represented. Your shirt has pot leaves, he said, catching me off guard. I looked down at my shirt. Did it? I laughed. Sure had never seen it that way. Things aren’t always what they seem, I guess. This is what I love about Sixth Street. Conversations you don’t see coming.