On the Street

Being on the street made him feel better. He didn’t have any place else to go until the shelter opened. And there was always something going on downtown: somebody with a harmonica or a beat-up guitar and a cardboard box, looking for spare change. And you could usually count on the drunks to give you a show, shoving each other around. 

Guys he'd known for a while asked about his daughter, the one who lived down in San Pedro with her husband and their two kids. He used to take a bus down to visit every once in a while but it was just too hard. They had their life. He had his.