God’s Love Homeless Shelter
New York Mike looks at me suspiciously under his baseball cap and tries to avoid my camera. He doesn’t tell me to go away, though.
He uses big dictionary words and explains what they mean, when asked by the other homeless guys at the shelter.
He’s from New York, he says.
When he realizes I mean no harm, he warms up to me and offers to take me on a tour of the place. He’s one of the regulars, it seems.
He is at home.
And I’ve just made a new friend.