My brother was homeless a few times. He told me a story about one of his homeless stints. The story, really, was about this feeling he got one time when he was homeless. He had just bought some bread and some ham at the grocery store. He went out in the parking lot and was standing at one of those huge blocks of concrete, like a concrete footing that the light pole is mounted on. This concrete footing has a little ledge on top - like a countertop almost. So he’s standing there putting ham slices between slices of bread at his little improvised counter top in the middle of a big parking lot, and he’s trying to hurry because he wanted to catch a ride somewhere. So he’s making his sandwiches and jamming them into the bread bag...and he looks around...and he wonders: What the hell am I doing? What the hell am I doing...standing in the middle of a parking lot making ham sandwiches on top of some dirty block of concrete. . .