
Its funny, the stereotypes — and misconceptions — that so many people have about “the homeless.
My friend B.N. Duncan was a fairly eccentric-looking guy. He had a long, bushy beard down to his chest, and wild, unruly hair. And his clothes were often ragged and stained, and pitted with cigarette hole burns.
While I was fairly bland and clean-cut looking (at least compared to Duncan, ha ha).
And we’d be walking down the street together, and on many occasions, strangers would assume Duncan (who had never spent a day of his life homeless) was homeless, and offer him food or money or clean socks or etc.
While I (who had spent 13 years, and counting, homeless) rarely, if ever, received such largesse from the general public.
It’s a funny world, ain’t it??

I’m an Oakland-based filmmaker who is desperately seeking Moby Theobald to discuss using his illustrations in a documentary I am making about Berekeley icon, Julia Vinograd.
Moby is a good friend of mine. If you have a phone number or website address I’ll pass it on to him
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