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Thank you, Blue October.
I have this fear deep down inside that someday I might lose it all. Family, friends, the house, the job. Find myself encased in a frozen block of sadness and despair. Old and alone. Addicted and sick. Living on the streets.
The streets scare me.
But they call out to me, too. The curiosity is awkward. I don’t mean to stare.
It’s strange being so afraid of the streets, but when I sit and talk with people on the streets I find that I want to stay a little longer.
I will use this blog to share the stories of the people I meet on the streets.
