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When I am alone, I walk the streets. I am a voyeur. I was born and raised in NYC and the city’s grit is its beauty for me. This city is tough and often unforgiving. As a teenage kid I had some difficult times. I didn’t like my options and one summer a few nights I chose to sleep in the streets. I was down and out. It’s difficult to find a comfortable spot to rest your head. It’s even more difficult to find a comfortable spot in your head. You close your eyes and ask, “am I safe?”