[glowbelly]

a lot of homeless people want to be heard, though...and they don't mind sharing their stories if you ask them nicely and treat them like humans and not junk on the street.

this one guy named bob used to collect all the beer cans that people threw away before baseball games. he was super nice. he didn't say much as to how he ended up homeless, but he told me that he was originally from west virginia and that he makes enough off of his cans to feed the pigeons peanuts once a week.

another guy flat out told me it was crack that made him lose everything. he was in tears and showed me his cut up feet from not having a decent pair of shoes (he sold his good pair for crack). i gave him some packages of oatmeal that i had brought with me for breakfast and a half pack of smokes.

oh and one time i was on my way to a bar and sleeping in the doorway of a storefront was this really nice homeless man who used to come into the bar and watch the news and have a glass of water in the summer (it's a bar i worked at). i had my last $10 on me and i was drunk and i gave the ten to him instead of spending it on another drink that i really didn't need. he woke up as i stuffed the bill into his hand and he called me an angel. he lost everything a long time ago and always swore that he couldn't remember what happened to him, but you could tell that he really just didn't want to talk about it.