Paul has a whimsical smile and for a homeless person… Paul has style……if you ask him why he’s homeless I’ve heard his reply….” Got tired of chasing rainbows and I fell from the sky “……

Losing his wife……to cancer….whom he adored….be quit his job…. sold his house and took up drinking and anything else that came his way. He said, “ nothing else mattered….. no kids, no family, just me and I just don’t care anymore. Staying in oblivion helps me to deal with her loss…. she was one of a kind.”

He has a person that handles his money from retirement and sale of the house…..it was a big house is an affluent area and it was paid for. His profession as a broker earned him a sizable income and they wanted for nothing……. but none of it mattered.

Often he is attired in a suit smelling of urine, wine, sterno, beer or all of the above…… filthy he still has a presence about him….he wears his blanket draped around his shoulders like a robe.
He told me on a “good high”…..  he can imagine himself sitting on a throne…..while on a bench in the sun……. surveying his kingdom of park animals and people walking their dogs..

The blanket is his companion, comforter…. and home. Paul I feel your pain and I have experienced hopelessness…… but I found a way out… because I wanted another chance at life……. but you don’t want that… …. and I can’t give you that desire.

I can just bring you a new blanket every so often and be glad I am not one it the “blanket people.”

ttucro/ collector of life