My father died when i was three years old..
and i didn't have a happy childhood.
i left home when i was sixteen. my sister and mother moved to another state.
so i never talk to them anymore.
iam forty years old now and i live in the street.
i used to be married ,but my wife divorced me.
i lost my job and never found another one.
after a while, i didn't have any money for rent ,so i lost my apartment too.
now i sleep outside in the street.
people call me (the can man
because i collect the empty cans and bottles early in the morning.
i sell them and buy food.
About a year ago, i decided to write a book about the experiences
of a homeless man.
my English is not very good.
so i needed to take some English courses
after i saved enough money
i registered for writing courses at a college.
Now i write during the day and study at night.
if my book is good, i may not be homeless
for much longer.
i don't need a fancy home
But
i MisS SleEpiNg iN a BeD With a roOf OvEr My HeAd*******
