Tree Your Guy

This guy is cool and minted to fuck, almost skint mind you, coz he lives in a tent in the woods by a bypass so no one can bug him. Through six long months he’s been under the stars, included a wicked winter of minus fifteen in York. He aint proud and does agency work now and again, not eating enough nor living like a king. His own stubborn attitude is his downfall, not letting anyone help him, he can do it his way or not at all. His clothes are on his back and his light a candle, knows his own peace to live like this, no hostel for the homeless for this guy.

He has more than many, living rough in York or elsewhere, his own self worth and pride. You tell me if that’s bad? He works and does his thing, tries to look good and showers in the swimming baths. Him on TV on a thing about unemployment, a one hundred year old comparison; York has been there before. Single parents and struggling families, proud men on the dole wanting their jobs back, harks back to the call of “Scab!”  and the miners’ strike 25years ago. Many stories but I remember the guy living rough and think where will he be in six months?