I was in a bad mood when I arrived in San Francisco so I needed to adjust my attitude. I set out to take the first homeless person I saw out to dinner. That person happened to be Troy. Works every time!<br /><br />Work slowed on the oil rigs in Montana so Troy came to San Francisco to see if he could change jobs. When I met him Troy had been homeless for a few weeks. He is sleeping on the streets working odd-jobs to survive.
