Dear Anonymous,
He has an apartment and a beloved wife. But he knows the streets. Collects bottles. Sees what's happening. This morning he is distressed with the amount of young women he has seen sleeping on the street. Young. Teenagers. Kicked out of their homes. Kicked out of the shelters. No home to return to. No parents. No guidance.
'I don't know what to do. ' he states with distress.
'I can't take 'em home even though my wife would take 'em in. That ain't gonna work either. So I tuck a blanket by their feet. Or put some clothing close to 'em.'
Ferocious love on Commercial Street.