JR Sprawls

Finders, Keepers

Me and Charlie was sharing a place down on 16th Street. We weren’t close friends or anything, just sorta sharing the space. I had been sleeping behind an empty warehouse up on 12th but they decided to turn it into condos and ran me off. The guy who had been sharing with Charlie packed up and went to Texas, at least he said he was headed that way. We ran into each other at the free breakfast at the mission and got to talking about our situations. I needed a regular place, and Charlie needed somebody to kind of watch over him. He said he’d had two strokes, at least. Two that had been diagnosed and maybe a couple more little ones where he hadn’t been able to get to a doctor. He said he’d sometimes kind of zone out and it was usually no big deal, but he needed somebody to be around who could get help if he didn’t come back.