Original

I was walking down Spadina and noticed her companion had a lot of markings on his lower legs but they didn't look like tattoos. Just markers. Carla was curled up under a blanket but took notice and waved her legs in the air to tell me that she had a few tattoos. I was a twin, she said, showing me one tattoo, and here is my father, and here is my mother who beat us. Are you native says I? Aboriginal she says. Original. She laughed. Can you spare any change.

In Flickr, a few others from Kensington Market.