Making ends meet while cooking outside in his campground... It looks as if he is camping in a state park with the large natural rock wall behind him, but in reality he is living in the downtown Nashville area. In front of him is a small stream.
His campsite is tucked away on a sliver of land that if you drove past, you would never guess that a stream and a massive rock wall were what lined his tent and propane stove.
"I've caught people down here smoking crack, so I built a gate," he said while opening it up to enter. Pointing towards the bottom of the gate he continued, "I even put a lock on it."
Before leaving I asked when he last visited his mothers grave and while looking down he responded, "I don't go that often, it makes me sad." Before she passed, his mother was his only support in life. She was everything to him. He battled through special education classes with her help. "I'll probably go this coming week, I need to go," he said.
“She supposed this was the real definition of a mother – a woman who willingly allows her heart to break over and over again for her children.” ― Rhian J. Martin, A Different Familiar