Homeless day 3

Gail had me pick up what little she had. She didn't want clean clothes, tried to get 40.00 so I closed and locked doors and wouldn't let her in, gave her 12.00 and she was talking to her self as I left. On eubank she had her head down and it would have been a good farewells shot, surrounded by a blanket, a broken grocery cart, sitting on curb. Reality has set in.  She has very little, kept syringes

Letting go

My love, my inspiration is alone
After years of trying to help her, I ran out of money.  Abandoned by family, she is alone , only her drug addiction and fellow addicts to keep her company