Wayne, homeless, spends much of his time at the "Junkyard" with Supreme (who is now in rehab) and others. He graciously told me his story, of how he lost everything to crack including a home left to him by his grandmother. Time spent in jail would clean him up, but once released he would fall back with the old crowd.
The drugs have wrecked his health. He recently suffered a drug-induced heart attack, and had to walk himself to the ER. His right hand is disfigured from frostbite, the result of a cold night collecting scrap metal while high.
He is the father of nine children, many who come by and try to help him out.
When I asked him how he wanted to be described he said "I am blessed. I am still here. Many others have gone. I am blessed. We are all blessed."
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