Ever since I was released from the home,I had no real reason to care. After all , having no family to take you back and a criminal record, left few options. My legs ached now and I wished I could just sit down, but it was getting colder now and if I finished soon there might be room in the van for a ride downtown. Walking was not the way to go, street people know when your not from there. They all looked the same to me, grey and expressionless, wanting something from you. Having read the last meter I turned for Fulton St. and made my way to the open side door of the van. Odd a crowd was gathered at the back of it, seven or eight locals, their hands jammed deep in pockets to fight the chill. They were all men, mostly young, with a greedy look I knew only one thing. Someone was selling stolen property out of the back of the company van. Oh. Believe me, I have no problem with that. In fact any little extra counted and Rudy always cut me in, at least buying lunch when he was sober. Booze on the majority of