Settling For Mudpies

He was a young old guy. Rode hard and put up wet. Life under the bridge was tough. Oh, man, if I could just get housing... Sleeping with one eye open Preyed upon by the youngers on those days after you got your check each month... Oh, man, if I could just get housing... Lunch at the mission was a hefty walk. Long way to carry beer back to the camp Laundry day at the outreach center, once a week Oh, man, if I could just get housing... They set him up in an apartment Across the street from the mission and the store No more long walks, no more fights He took a sack of belongings with him His demons hitched a ride Drank himself to death that first week