Howling, he is howling loud, sitting on piss-stained-steps with a tied off arm, a needle and syringe protruding, he is howling on Market Street. It is one of the busiest city streets in the US. It’s around 5PM in the evening and the street is crowded. My six-year-old daughter asks me why he is howling as we walk by. I tell her sometimes people get lost and they howl like wolves to try and find their way, he is…
