Growing up I would walk through an alley near my home now and then. My parents would warn me not to for safety reasons, but I did regardless. There were these individuals who seem to hang out randomly out in the alley and mind their own business. Most neighbors would think of them as questionable and would suggest to avoid them if possible. But I was young and naive and somehow ended up getting to know these people. Regardless of what their situation was and why they were always in the alley. All of them had backgrounds and stories to tell. It was something I learned as a kid that not matter how intimidating or impoverished someone may look. They all have stories to tell. So I drew them for memory sake.
