Polaroid

We posed for the camera, and he put the developing film in one of many front pockets. We played two more games — quick wins for me — and discussed our situations. He listened to the story of my past life, dreams, and sunrise oath, then told me how he quit his job as a bus driver and began drifting between cities.

“Montreal is home in the summers. The streets are safe and there’s lots of free food around, so I can sock away money from odd jobs.” He tapped his temple. “Good thing I’m alright in the head. With a shower and a shave, I can scrape enough cash for the winter.”

“Sounds like you’ve got it figured out.”