Kyle

Kyle was sitting on the sidewalk and greets me as I walk past. I stop and we begin to chat briefly. 

He is disheveled and is likely considerably younger than he looks. A scruffy beard and shabby clothes disguise a kind soul who just wants to be acknowledged by a passerby who might also soare some change. I tell him I have none.

"I just need to make my $30 or $40 per day and I'm all right" he tells me with resignation "life is expensive and I don't know how people do it these days with expensive rent and utilities" 

He points to a place nearby asking $2,300 per month and I tell him that is one of the reasons my 28 year old lives with me. 

"What's your name?" He asks looking up at me.

"I'm Joanna, nice to meet you Kyle" 

Then I'm off again with a little more appreciation for the life I have.