this is uncomfortable

this is not a flophouse

That is the nature of the obscene: a truth so honest it must be guarded, for it holds a revelation of purity that is deadly to mankind.


This is a true story. This is your story, and my story; the story of our neighbors, the story of the waitress at the corner cafe. The song the homeless sing, the lies the politicians believe and the home in which we all live: America. This is the story of what occurs inside your house and your house, my dear, is a flophouse.