Although Kale was born in Ottawa, he grew up in El Paso, Texas, after his mother moved there for work related reasons. “My mom moved there for a nursing job, and, ah, the reason I’m here in Toronto is that I got arrested a couple of times, and three strikes you’re out. They were going to deport me.” Nonetheless, Kale told my dad and I that he has fond memories of his time in El Paso. “Texas is one of my favourite places in the world. Ah, I wouldn’t change it for the world.” Unfortunately, because Kale’s mom remained in the United States—she is now in Palm Springs, California—it has been several years since he has seen here. However, he talks with her occasionally on the phone. (He told us that because he is illiterate he is unable to communicate with her using social media.) As to how Kale ended up being homeless, he said, “I got into some drugs here. I got arrested here a few times. That’s why I’m here on the streets, you know?” When Kale was asked where he stays at night, Kale replied, “Ah, behind the Eaton Centre….” “You don’t use shelters?”, my dad asked him. “No”, he replied. “They’re dirty … bed begs … people stealing from each other. It’s not worth it, you know?” “What do you do in the wintertime?”, my dad asked Kale. He replied, “Sleeping bags … a lot of sleeping bags! Sometimes, if I’m lucky, I get into the [Eaton] Centre before they lock it, and I sneak into the stairwell….One year, ah, it must have been, like, five to six years ago … remember when that ice storm hit? Ah, I was sleeping out there. Luckily I had a tarp. I just threw that over me. Ah, yeah, I literally woke up with a layer of ice over me. I thought I was going to freeze to death. Luckily I fell asleep, but I woke up [at this point Kale folded his arms and made an exaggerated shivering motion].” “That’ not a nice way to wake up?” my dad said, laughing. “No, not at all!” he replied.