“What’s up witcha?”

“Chillin, taking some pictures.”

“Oh yeah, you wanna take my picture? I know you got some green on it.”

“Alright.”

“Cool, step into my office.”

We walk around the corner.

“So what’s your story?”

“My story is I got in trouble a long time ago, when I was much younger, and now I’m staying outta trouble.”

“And how are you doing that?”

“I’m taking classes, I got one in Power Point. One in keyboard skills. One in computer repair. I’ve never been much with computers but that’s what people are on these days so…anyways, I’m strugglin, trying to stay on the straight and narrow.”

“I hear you, you look good though.”

“I’m not about to be out here looking all crazy. I’m at this shelter, the Dungeon of Gloom, people have mental illnesses and some don’t bathe. But I’ma stay on my path and work it out.”

“I believe you will.”