His story:
I’m from South Louisiana — way down there. A town called Venice; we drilled for concrete down in the Gulf of Mexico. I’m 100 percent Cajun. I worked for my dad on the Bayou growin’ up. We lived off crawfish. My parents died in Katrina — I survived. I’ve been here ever since. It was nothing compared to Vietnam. I did four terms there; I worked with the medics. I was shot twice — once in the shoulder, once in the leg. I’m blind in my right eye.
Average day:
I’ve been here since ‘06. I stand over by that corner six days a week. Fridays I take off. I’m a survivor, man. I don’t worry ’bout nothin’. I don’t ask nobody for nothin’. I’ve got a cave up there in the mountains. King-sized bed in there.
What is home:
Home to me is somewhere to sleep, something to eat.
Homelessness in America:
Stay in school. Get a good government job. Don’t take no shit off nobody. You have your constitutional rights; if you don’t know ’em you’re shit out of luck.
Community:
I got a bunch of friends here; good friends. Nobody fucks with me here.
Honestly, man, I don’t see that many more years left in me. Some days I feel good, some days I feel like fuckin’ shit. But what can you do — it’s good to be alive.
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