by Mort Ehudin
Just when I thought I never wanted to draw another homeless person, I ran into this man and realized immediately that he was different. Almost all of the street people I've encountered where either on drugs or alcohol, or mentally disturbed or depressed. Over a beer at an outdoor café, this man told me that he was homeless, but happy. "I'm a free man", he said. "I come and go as I please. Nobody tells me what to do. The world is my playground."
Then we talked a lot and laughed a lot, and I became convinced that he was authentic. A truly happy man, without a home.