Dear Guy That Hangs Around Wallingford,
I’ve seen you a few times now with your belongings strapped to your back making your way up and down 45th. The last time I saw you, you were selling “Real Change” outside of the QFC. Ironically, I didn’t buy a paper from you even though I was on my way to volunteer for the homeless. The goggles and aviator helmet that you wear makes me wonder where you’re headed, and where you came from.
I hope that you find what you need.