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In front to the Union Mission Thrift Shop on East Hastings in Vancouver we were distributing grocery gift cards and backpacks full of t-shirts, underwear and socks to anyone who needed them. Despite the offer, this guy declined the clothes and groceries because he said he didn't

Despite being broke and living in a single occupancy hotel on Hastings in Vancouver, he wanted neither a backpack of new clothes or a grocery giftcard because he said he didn't take hand outs. Having lost his job and then losing himself to drug addiction, this man was struggling

This dude was standing in front of a U-Haul rental centre, on his phone with an unlit cigarette dangling out of his mouth. As we passed by he flicks his thumb up, mouthing "you gotta light?" as we hear him ending his call. He'd lost his job and was trying to make his way to

This guy was trying to move out of town to end his cycle of "bullshit jobs and no pussy". When I pitched him he didn't get it at first. He couldn't fathom the idea of a guy wanting to suck his dick. I've heard his response: "so I'm just supposed to whip it out and you're gonna

As we were walking in Venice Beach we saw this man off in the alley behind Speedway. He was literally minding his own business, taking a piss against the side of a dumpster. Beside him was his stash of bottles and cans that he'd been harvesting from the trash on Beach Walk. We

This man who we'd noticed taking a piss in an alley on Venice Beach had an emotional depth that was completely unexpected. His emotional story struck me for his honesty and desire to go home and set things right in his life. He was pulling down his pants not so much for some head

In an effort to shed a few pounds I committed to hit the gym if only to do some cardio and basic stretching. At this hotel in Edmonton the treadmills were on a small platformed area with a view down upon the entire workout room. Mid-workout in walks this face tatted beast of man

This bodybuilding gym beast at the hotel in Edmonton was utterly mesmerising- everything about him exuded this aura that couldn't be resisted. His workout routine focus and discipline disrupted by our small talk while we watched the hockey playoff game, I ended up pitching the

This dude was in sitting outside of the Walgreens on Powell Street in S.F,, his woolen toque (hat to Americans) before him on the pavement, a few coins and dollar bills in it. As we walked by, entering the store, I left a $20 bill in it. When we came out he was still there and

This dude held down two jobs but still needed to augment his income by panhandling in front of a Walgreens to make ends meet. He described his life as a "beautiful struggle". He wanted to get out of SF and "go back to Oregon, find a girl and settle down". This man embodies, by

This man was panhandling in the traffic median outside the Kohl's on Shelbyville Road in Louisville. The sign he carried struck me profoundly as he admitted his own truths and failings for all to see. Here was a man who acknowledged mistakes in his life, one error in judgment

This panhandler outside a Kohl's in Louisville just wanted to be free of his heroin addiction. I 'd have helped whether he participated or not but said it made him 'feel good to even be asked'. At the hotel he pulled up his shirt and dropped his pants. His entire body was

We were walking along Speedway in Venice Beach when this dude came whizzing by on his bike, weaving through the pedestrian traffic like a pro until he clipped my arm as he flew by. He stopped to ask if I was OK; I was fine and joked that his bike took the worst of it. This was a

It was on the streets of Venice Beach that we found this bicycle riding nomad who was on a voyage of self-discovery to find his own idea of freedom. He never foresaw or could envision before this encounter happened that his explorations would include his dick in the mouth of a

his was nothing more than a chance encounter seeing this man on the pier at Venice Beach/L.A. He was leaning against the railing, arms resting upon the seawall, seemingly adrift in his own thoughts just gazing out at the Pacific Ocean. I commented to him how the ocean seemed

His wife had not only thrown him out but threw him under the proverbial bus as well, turning his own parents against him. I found him looking out at the ocean, pondering, trying to figure out his path. I mostly listened to him, giving him his voice. I wanted to help this man

When not working the streets and doing what I can to help there, I occasionally find an opportunity right in the hotel. In SF, it was the hotel's uniformed security guard (scroll way down for him). At this roadside motel in Louisville it was the maintenance guy. The A/C in the

As this hotel's maintenance guy saw the videographer grabbing his camera he said "I can't believe I'm doing this". The fact is he *was* doing this. I'd never run across a straight dude with the specific headspace of "It's OK to let a queer guy suck my dick, he said, "as long as I

We encountered this man at a Tim Horton's near the Law Courts in downtown Vancouver. He was Intermittently drinking his coffee while frantically texting on his phone. There was a sullen, frustrated nature to his facial expressions and his actions. I walked over to just ask "hey

This man who we encountered across from the Law Courts in Vancouver was trying to fight a bogus theft charge but couldn't afford legal help. We found him a lawyer and sent him on his way since he was in no mindset to participate at the time. He said "if I walk away from court