Tommy is my friend. He’s out here with his dog Shortround - no car, no home, just the two of them holding on. He’s not lazy or high or lost. Life just hit him hard and he’s still standing because his dog gives him reason to.

Right now they’ve got a small room, a place to breathe, sleep, and stay warm, but that runs out tomorrow. I’m just trying to keep them safe while we work on something better.

If you’ve ever been down or loved someone who had nothing but heart left, then you already understand. Anything helps. Let’s keep them inside another night.