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Faces & Stories, Meet Eric “The Blue Ridge Boy” Freeman
In 1993, Eric went to jail for 90 days on account of stolen goods. While he did his time, he became friends with a man named David. David was being held on marijuana charges, but was allowed to play the guitar. Eric would study the sounds he made and the ways his fingers would twist...
Cornbread
“I guess you could say I grew up with one foot on the plow and one foot on Lexington Avenue. You know that Aerosmith song, ‘The Last Child‘? That was like my anthem for a while.” I know the song. And I assume he’s referring to the verse that goes: Get out in the field, Put...
Steven
“Everything I’m going to tell you is one hundred percent God’s honest truth. Was I getting high? Yes. But, that has no influence on this story. Because there’s two ways I use Crystal Meth. One – just to get the energy out of it. Like getting wired on coffee. And two – when I take...
David
David grew up on a tobacco farm in Boone, North Carolina and was brought up by a single mother who worked as a faculty librarian at Appalachian State University. Though David describes himself as un-homed since 19, he did not experience true homelessness until about a year and a half ago, after completing a detox program in...
Roger
To have experienced Roger’s musical talent, is to have had your mascara run the length of your cheeks, to have had to scoop up your dropped jaw from the floor, to have had to make room for the Holy Spirit who heard the first note and just had to come have a listen. “I can...
Faces & Stories — Meet Joan
I met Joan, the new Garden Coordinator, at the first gardening meeting of the year. Something that stuck out to me was a phrase written at the top of our agenda: Interactive Gardening. While I had a general idea what this meant, curiosity clung to me for weeks until my second meeting with Joan several...
Angela
Angela “There’s this hole in the balcony. You know the one I’m talking about? It’s that dark hole up in sanctuary. When all my plans for sobriety…for shelter had fallen through, I started running; ran straight to Haywood Street. I was going to crawl in that hole, Brook. Crawl in and never come out.” The...
Brook
Brook [part of the Haywood Street Marks & Memoire series] Grace was my first tattoo. I went with my brother’s girlfriend to a seedy shop downtown. The artist went by the name ‘Captain Morgan’. My eighteen-year-old self said, “Yes, this is a good idea.”  Grace is a three-fold thing. It’s a way to move in the...
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