Dear Anonymous,
Rode his bike to Auburn so he could have a room. Too much crack, he tells me. Had to get outta' there. So he rode back.
'I'm at the top of the housin' list and they tell me I still got a two year wait.'
He appreciates the socks and tucks away a coffee card for use later. Grabs a piece of coffee cake.
'May I photograph?' I ask.
He says "Of course. I got no problem with that...'
I remind him that the last time I photographed him I had had trouble turning my camera on. This morning my fingers are numb and clumsy and it's about the same.
And he guffaws.