I was walking through graffiti alley looking for anything new since my last visit and I ran into James. Originally from Winnipeg, he hitched a ride on a freight train to Vancouver hoping to find work and a place to live. Unfortunately he found neither. I asked him if he could play me a tune, and he sloppily obliged with a one-handed riff. Hanging out with his guitar and his cd player, he told me he just became homeless. Smelling strongly of alcohol, he asked if he could get some change to buy food. I told him I have a policy of buying something to eat instead of handing out money so he happily agreed. In fact, he stood up and started to dance… After returning with a Tim Horton’s sandwich, coffee and doughnut combo deal, he gave me a big hug and began munching down on the food. He showed me his bible and told me he’s a God-fearing man so I told him I’d read him a few passages while he ate. As I read to him he began to cry and thanked me for my time. He mentioned he needed money to buy s
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