If you live in Kingston, you have surely seen this man before. He stands in the middle of the city’s main arteries, holding his pants up on his bony frame. I got a close look at his face the other day; he looks to be in his twenties. His eyes are vacant.
I always wonder whether anything can be done. Someone I know once tried to help him by giving him food and clothing. He did not want them. And there are countless other men like him on the streets of Kingston. The police don’t seem to do much of anything. Or maybe these men just go right back on the streets.