This guy crept up on me while photographing on a stretch of US1 north of Broward Boulevard that was derelict and over 50% abandoned. Nearly every business closed its doors and the poverty stricken area was plagued by vandalism. He was there covering up graffiti on his friends building and we got to talking.
He was enduring an incredible amount of stress from his 19 year old daughter who was 5 months pregnant, out of wedlock with the abusive babies father, flunked from college, calling him to ask for money to buy a new car while still smoking cigarettes.
He threw up his arms, let out a sigh, and seemed to be handling all the bullshit pretty well.