"What's it like being homeless?" I ask. The question perks a prompt response from the 5'61/2" ex-biker, ex-boxer. Speaking with a raspy deep voice in rapid bursts, "Its great. I can come and go as I please. I don't have to answer to nobody." Pausing, he takes a short pull on his cigarette and says, "I'm as free as a bird. I get up when I want to and I go to sleep by the river under a blanket of stars."