I run downtown with the homeless on some Saturdays
Angelo and I ran together one sunny Saturday He talked about the days when he ran track in high school It was his high water mark of his life top of the world then the next year his mom moved to a different neighborhood different set of friends going no where good he never went anywhere good after that running from the cops ditching the drugs on the ground
Angelo was a person trying to figure out how to get to a better place to a new cycle, a new system no good role model, bad friends, no support system and bad choices he said the shelter is similar to prison, "the food they serve makes you fat at both places"
I don't know how to get out and no one listens to me he told me