“I'm waiting for my man, 26 dollars in my hand, up to Lexington 125; Feel sick and dirtyore dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man”
That’s how these pictures came to be. I was sick and dirty, dopesick that is, on the train all the way in from Long Island into Penn Station, on the A train all the way up to 125th in Harlem, and now still dopesick hanging around on this corner, because the first thing you learn is that you always gotta wait.
Anyway, mama comes by and asks me for a dollar, I tell her I have more than a dollar for her if she could strike a pose, I take out my camera and grab a few flicks of her and throw her a 5 and a few singles. I don’t care if she gets high with it. I’m here buying drugs too. As I’m taking her pictures, Randy walks over wanting some pictures of himself. While he’s not my man I’m waiting for, I think I may have stumbled upon Lou Reed’s man- the actual man he was waiting for. Tell me it’s not close enough.
“Here he comes, he's all dressed in black, P.R. shoes and and big straw hat; He's never early, he's always late, first thing you learn is that you always gotta wait”
