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Though home is a misnomer. He used to sleep in the cab of an abandoned tractor-trailer until someone set it on fire. Shelters, he says, are too dangerous. So he’s been in this derelict van for six weeks, where condensation droplets from his breath freeze on its metal ceiling and then slowly drip back on him through the night like some Third World water torture.
He once had his own flooring and contracting business, he says, until he injured his back. Unable to work, he lost his home — “I miss my crystal, man,” he says longingly — and then followed the worn path from depression to crack cocaine. “Nobody wants to be homeless,” he says. “But once you fall into this pit, you can’t climb out.”
Gale explains her last three years of homelessness this way: “Being a prostitute and a crackhead,” she guffaws. It’s her way, to laugh and joke and be shockingly crude.

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