“Passing this day is what I am grateful for”, says this man of few words.
I sit with Marvin in an alley adjacent to Westwood Blvd. I find him here, alone and looking rather sad. He tells me that he has been in California for 14 years, and that for the most part he is o.k.
He tells me that there are few things that he lacks and for today, it is cash.
He is hungry.
He struggles to find the right words to tell me how he wants society to perceive the homeless.
He looks deep into my eyes and I see in his many untold stories that seem to want to be shared. One day I for one would like to hear them.