"It kind of all peaked out one day that was just like every other day. I couldn't really even tell you what kind of day it was, since they all were blurred together. Every day seemed the same to me." "There was this homeless guy who was always at the traffic light on the exit ramp from the highway on my way into work. Every day the guy was out there, rain, sun, warm, cold weather, it didn't matter. He was always there. He had a tent out in the woods, some disposable lawn furniture in a circle around a 55 gallon drum where I assume that he burned his garbage and cooked his food, and he had a hiking pack with a rolled up sleeping bag on it that I wasn't sure if he ever used since it was always just kind of lying on the ground beside him."
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