My name is Joey. I’m 39 years old. I’ve been on the street for three years now and that’s how it’s been.
Some days are better than others.
My uncle’s in Keswick, my aunt’s also in Keswick, and the rest of my cousins are in Newmarket. My mother’s here in the city.
The community of homeless people are, I find, the majority are good.
Some of them won’t take your stuff but the majority look out for you and are kind of family.
The pandemic was bad because they wouldn’t allow as many people in shelters and that as they normally would. Because we had to stay six feet apart, right? So the really bad thing about the pandemic was all the beds that could have been there weren’t able to be accessed for you.
Not being able to shut the world out.
Not having a door you can close and lock and just take a breath and shut the world out.
Going to sleep for a few hours without worrying about your stuff being stolen or taken.
So that’s just privacy and safety basically are the things we’re struggling.
I like reading, especially pharmacology receptors in the brain where certain drugs hit when in the brain like the opioid receptors and the adrenaline and stuff like that. So pharmacology, I’ve been really into.
So if I would have gone through school to be something, it probably would have been a doctor or a pharmacist.
A PORTRAIT OF LIFE 
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