A figure was huddled in a thread bare blanket, a sneeze echoing. He shifted standing as a cold wind blew down the narrow alley way, Another days as a street urchin he thought running a hand through his thick brown hair. One you could tell it had been impecably groomed but now it was knotted and dirty. Liquid green eyes watched the busy people walk by ignoring the sneers and mutters when anyone noticed him. At least he didn't smell, was all he had to be thankful for. He'd bathed in a nearby state park's river a few days ago. Moving he stood at the entrance a cup in his hand as he begged for change. This was his new day job every since he ran away from home, at night he was a call boy. It had been his choice to live on the streets rather then face his disapproving parents for loving those of the same sex rather then a pretty girl. Not the smartest idea...but at the time it had seemed brilliant.