It’s a slippery slope to homelessness. I don't think people actually think about how close they are to that edge… and how lucky one has to be to not enter that level of reality. How lonely do some become, and sink in deeper? How many get addicted to substances, when your basic needs aren’t met anymore? I wish I could survive on my own. But there's so much overwhelm and so many things to keep in mind. How do people not slide into a hole? How do they get out? And why do we fill strangers on the street, with instant shame? … He had sat down a hill from the main road’s view, a spot off of the main street’s busy traffic. His bright pink sunglasses with dark lenses contrasting with his unkept beard and receding hairline. He didn’t have an aesthetic to keep up with, and it wasn’t desperation; it was survival. A black graphic shirt, sleeveless, adorned his torso. He sat with ragged, olive cargo shorts, and his legs were hairy, full of red bumps. Assuming they were mosquito bites ...