I knew that he served because he had his VA ID card around his neck. Do you know what addiction is how it hurts you? He told me that he can’t feel sorry for people not understanding what they may see when they look at me. He said we judge every day. People will look at you right in the eyes and not even speak as if you are filth and some try to avoid eye contact with you! He said look at me I’m dirty, my clothes are filthy, and what do you do with dirt in your home? He said, “You sweep it up and throw it away!” Harry said that after his wife and son were killed in a car accident while he was deployed early while he was in service in the USMC, he went through a long period of depression, anger, and anxiety and didn’t know how to cope with the pain of losing his wife, and son. So that lead to drinking. Harry told me that he sought help with the local housing program in an attempt to get off of the streets. He told me their mission is to help recipients get help for mental health, substance abuse, but that comes only after you have a roof over your head, so he said when you don’t have a roof over your head you are then not worthy of help. You are just dirt so back to the streets I go to blend in with the rest of the dirt on the streets. After a while you just become what you are! That makes me a chameleon to the curbs, streets, back alleys, and burrows because no one wants to see you or acknowledge you are there.