My son died in a hell hole

I can only imagine where he was staying

Charles was found dead in an apartment on Monument Avenue.

The most coveted street in Richmond–a  gorgeous avenue lined with million dollar row houses and manicured little yards on cobblestone streets. There is an apartment building there where he died that is seedy and unkept. But from the outside? It looks normal, almost stately.

I’ve never been there. Will I ever go? I can’t say.

All I know is that it’s not far from the Golden Goat, the pawn shop where Charles sold his bike and computer, his last possessions. I still … Read more...