North 2 Denton: A PhotoJournal - Part Three

Out in the wild, I had nowhere to go.

Instead of taking my chances in Greater Denton, I stayed close. Walking parallel to Oak Street, I looked in the windows of the shops on the northern end of the Square. Window-shopping is no fun when it’s just you and the knowledge that you’re broke as fuck.

Back to Black

Time to get turnt up!

In January last year, I decided that it was best to drop all of what had caused me to start this precious jewel in the first place. I came to that conclusion 50% naturally, 90% Lupe's scorn. I think I've been doing pretty well in the year and six months since, A+ really.

Every now and again, old habits slip in like a son-of-a-bitch.