Living the Line

Posts by WenWen Ren

Laying back on a squeaky wooden chair,¬† tilted back a little¬†with the front legs lifted in the air, 29-year-old Christopher Coon took a swig of soda from a 2-liter bottle, looking content and relieved in a 160 square-foot motel room in Staten Island. On this chilly evening, Coon made barely enough money to pay for […]