“It was late at night. I had just gotten off of work making airplane parts near LAX. I went to a nearby bus stop and I don’t remember what happened after that. I woke up in a hospital bed with half my face gone. I didn’t know what to think because I had no idea what had happened.
I didn’t become an angry person after I found out that I’d been shot. There wasn’t anything that I could do. I had accepted what happened and I’ve been on these streets ever since. It can be tough out here, but I’m still getting around. I try not to hang out here on Skid Row much because of all the crime and drugs. People try to steal from me, so I come to do my business and leave.
I don’t have anger in me. What good would that do me? What’s done is done. I can’t control any of that, so I try to focus on the things that I can control. I’m just grateful to be alive. I’m gonna keep going.”