I’ve passed this fabulous monstah many times and meant to photograph it. Usually, there are skateboarders around. I’d try and be down with the kids but I’d probably break my ass first try and look like a big girl’s blouse so I came back last night. What you can’t see are behind the monstah are 3 amiable homeless guys doing their burn of crack for the night. They happened upon me and thought I was taking their patch at first until they saw the equipment. They could have jumped me and lived in crack heaven for month but instead asked me about my photography and wished me luck. I even got one of them to pose where I intended to place myself so I could nail the focus.

I should have brought my phat-laced Adidas shell-tops, my boombox, my baseball cap and sundry heavy jewellery – and then I remembered that I didn’t own any of these things. Luckily, I do a profitable line in moody looks, which can be turned on and, well, left on, so at least I had that part of the urban hip hop dystopia vibe nailed…