Amongst the dirt and filth of the streets there is pure gold, a certain thing that people strive for in real life (I say real life because being a streety is almost fantasy).

I was loved by most, not all. Others would like me around – I think it was my good nature and gentleness, maybe my enigmatic ways, but I was never frowned upon and was always told I had the heart of an angel.

Maybe I gave  some of them hope, when there was not much hope around, maybe I gave them laughter when none was around, a smile when everybody frowned, (maybe it was my dole cheque lol) but whatever it was I was welcomed.

kevin