I Swapped My Military Jacket for a Sandwich—Then It Starred on a Billboard
I once believed the lowest point was sleeping behind a dumpster, using a damp sock as a pillow. But I learned that rock bottom has its own depths, layers that unfold in unexpected ways. That night, I was camped out near the McDonald’s at 6th and Emery, splitting chicken nuggets with Baxter, my dog, and ...