He'd started off in Wichita at age 14. Stole his father's van and ran away. Got in some trouble, and had to run away some more. Is he still running? No, somewhere in there he somehow became an adult and chose to be "gypsy, nomad, without house." He's ow in his early 40s, likes his lifestyle, and he likes to sleep outside. Where next? Around this island. Been to the Big Island. He smiles, gap toothed. Pahoa, back in the woods. Some hippy life there. Had a good time. I hold out my hands, to show that I have nothing on me to give him, though the camera's nice (I think to myself). It's ok. He thanks me for talking to him. An ordinary man in camouflage pants and jacket, at least two chokers around his neck, a metal plaque across his forehead below a mohawk, cigarette held in his right hand, away from where you could read, "Anything green helps" on cardboard.
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