“I was a caretaker for an old gentleman. And I cared for his home and helped him do things, everything. And I lived there 22 years and when he died, I died. I've been out here ever since. And it's been rough, man. When you get out here, it's a whole different ballgame, buddy. When I was there in San Francisco, I had it made. He was a dear old man. He helped me tremendously. And when he died, that was it. You've got no home, no more home. Before you know it, you wind up on the streets and stuff. But I'm 73 years old now.
When you live out here, you'll find out real quick, you suffer out here, man, This is like suffering really. It ain't no place to be, not on the street. I don't care where you're at, New York, whatever. This is just the streets that are just no good.
They got a shelter here called Cares Campus. That place is so filthy and nasty. I've been in it. And that place is not fit for an animal. I'm serious. Just crazy people everywhere. It should be an asylum. It really should. That's what they should have made it. An asylum. I'm serious. And I quit going there and I said, ‘No way. I'm not living like this.’ I'd [rather] die here on the street.”