USA. San Francisco. 2018. Minna Lee Hotel, a supportive-housing complex.
Davin Bryant. “I keep the album in my backpack. I lose stuff all the time. I’m not a very materialistic person, but stuff of that nature I really tried to hold onto because it’s part of my family, and I care about them more than I do about myself. My mom mailed me a picture of my daughter. She’s 12. She lives in New Orleans. I haven’t seen her in ten years. My ex-girlfriend and her family are raising her, and my mom helps. They’re supposed to be bringing her by for Christmas this year. Before now, I really wasn’t able to have a place for her to come.”