My home in Texas basically reminded me of a military boot camp. My parents thought I was being spoiled all my life. So, they made me do all the dishes, cook and find a job. I dreaded going home, so I started spending time at the park. One day I noticed a few homeless people there, so I just walked up to them and asked for a cigarette. And that’s how our friendship began.

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