“Here you go buddy,” the man said as he dropped a dollar in Paul’s empty coffee cup next to him.
This was the third person that gave him money since he had been sitting in the archway in front of the empty building. It hadn’t been empty that long, but the doorway looked like it had been abandoned for decades. It smelled like it too, but that wasn’t much different than the rest of the downtown area. He wasn’t sure if he should be offended or not. Apparently he looked like a homeless person.
He didn’t consider himself homeless, but the term did fit since he technically didn’t have a home. He was twenty-three years old and had been out of his mother’s house for nearly seven years. As much as he needed food and shelter, he couldn’t bring himself to go back to her. He wasn’t even sure she