Every morning, right before work this man is standing outside of the corner store on Clinton Place & Hawthrone Avenue. When the store opens he’s usually the one to sweep in front of it, so more then likely he gets a couple of dollars for it. But what sparked my interest the most is this mystery behind him for some reason. Honestly, every time I see him I have a different vision of what his life use to be, even if it’s the obvious poor, searching for the next buck downfall type of life.
