Look at me on day three. San Franciscan streets Nobody and me.
Slept all night in a chair
No one aware of me. Breakfast was wal to wal green.
No one knows…No, no one knows where I am, just me…and now you, but you can keep this secret. It is cold, beats the heat.
Too cold to sleep outside unless in black trash bags.
Outside the clouds hang low.
I am alone.
Just you and me. Look at me on day three.