John and John sat sippin' on the rails. John told of his son in the military. He had been in the military too, deployed to Beirut in the early eighties, though his skinny frame didn't reveal much battlefield experience, and I figured the doughnut holes he was eating wouldn't help. John, on the other hand, spoke with a near whisper through his hand about a court case he's currently enduring. "Takin' it all the way," he kept saying. Though quiet, rage roared with each word. "Because I'm on the street. Because I'm scum," that's why the cops treated him as they did.
Will, 23 years, waited like others for his disability to come through. With a backlog that's as long as a library queue waiting for the next Harry Potter, disability checks are delayed months. As a child, Will was abused by foster parents, until he finally ran. Because of the pounding he took as a kid, he can't hear from one ear and has brain damage.
Pictured is Kevin. We hadn't seen him for a long time.