One of my favorite things about being out on the street is when we hand someone a pair of socks, and they are so in need of a new pair, they immediately pull their shoes off and change them out, in between words of disbelief and gratitude.
‘55’ was no different. That was the name he gave us, not that one in particular, but a number. We continued chatting for a bit as he took his boot off. He pulled off what looked to be a rag from his foot. I recognized it as half of a t-shirt. He had been using a ripped up t-shirt for a sock.
I’m so glad Nightwatch was there to give him a fresh, clean pair of actual socks.