Dear Anonymous,
'Been hard the last two months. My girl left. She wants to be HERE. I can't be THERE. We fall into bad habits together. But everybody's askin' for her all day. And my mom, she's real ill. And it's rainin' and the cops tell us to move out from beneath the awning and we're drenched and then the next cop tells us to move under the awning 'cuz it's rainin'.
We got Hannaford cards donated to us and a bunch of us pooled it together to get stuff for the shelter kids. We was able to get popsickles and cookies and we got them to the beach. And they played. With the new toys I brought. Some of them kids had never seen the water before even livin' here in Portland. It was somethin' different for them. For us. It helped the parents. Helped the kids. Gave us somethin' good to do. I wound up playin' Barbie. Dressin' and undressin' the dolls like the girls do cuz' that's how they play. One little one kept runnin' to the edge of the water and just stickin' her toe in and runnin' back. Over and over.....'