From the late 1940s to the late 1990s, there was a new style of dressing for homeless people called striped curtains.
These were made from polyester fabric that was dyed white to make them appear as if they were dyed in the dark.
It was a way of hiding the fact that they were homeless.
As a young teenager, I remember being fascinated by the look and feeling that it gave you when you looked at someone else’s face, or a stranger’s body.
When I was in a bar in New York, I would have a cocktail party and everyone would be wearing these striped curtains, and there was this feeling of being completely invisible.
And then I saw these homeless people in the street, so that’s when I got inspired.
I just kept doing it and seeing how they were able to get the clothes they needed, and it was just a little bit more personal, and I just got inspired to make things that they could wear to work, or to the movies.
For me, it was about having a lot of freedom to choose what I wanted to wear, and what I didn’t want to wear.
This was a different time and a different style of looking, and the whole time, the homeless people were getting treated very differently.
They were homeless, but not in a bad way.
The most important thing about this is that I didn.
It wasn’t like they were on drugs or anything.
They were just looking to be themselves.
So that was what I did.
In order to get me the clothes I needed, I needed to be very careful.
So I went to a couple of stores and went to the thrift store, and bought a lot and then went to Walmart and bought another lot, and another lot.
And then I went online, and ordered a lot.
I would order a lot at the store, then I would go online, pick up a bunch of clothes, then take them home, put them in my car, and drive back home.
My parents were so concerned about me.
I had never done drugs before, so they thought I was going to get arrested.
There was always somebody there that would be watching me, and that’s how I got to know the homeless community.
Because I had to go through so many people, I started to realize how much it would hurt my parents, how much they would feel like they needed to intervene, and how much I would be hurting them.
I remember telling my parents about how much that hurt them, and they were so scared, and just wanted to get out of there.
I’m not a big kid, so I knew that my parents would not let me go, and so I ended up staying there for two weeks, because they didn’t think it was going too far.
One night, my parents were getting ready to go out for dinner, and someone came in and said that someone had been sitting at the table and talking to them.
He started talking to the person, and he started talking about how he was homeless, and when they finished eating, he asked them if they could buy some clothes.
I told them no, because I was homeless.
The conversation went on for a few minutes, and then they walked out of the restaurant, and my mother walked over to the table, and said, “Look, he’s not going to come back here, and we don’t want him in our house.
And he is going to leave.”
When I saw this, I was so shocked.
I was like, “What?
But I still did what I needed.
She said, and this is when I started seeing this homeless phenomenon, she said, you know, people were sitting around, eating, talking to each other.
And it was a big problem.
After that, I got a job at a homeless shelter, and one day, I came out of a shelter and saw someone sitting at a table, talking about his life.
He said, I’ve been homeless for 10 years.
I just moved here from New Jersey.
It’s been 10 years, I haven’t slept for a whole year.
I’ve had to take sleeping pills.
I have to take a lot more drugs.
I am homeless.
And my mom was like to go get him, because she was worried.
She said, what can we do to help him?
And I said, well, I don’t know, I’m really just doing it for myself.
And she was like no, he has to stay.
So she went back, and got a big coat and put it on him, and she went out and bought him a coat, and started him a nice meal.
At that point, I knew I wanted this to be my life.
Every day, that coat that my mother gave me is where I will be until the end of time.