"what is 'meaning'?"

"It didn't matter where I slept. Just like Bob I had to cover my head as a child would, under this Saint Vincent DePaul hand me down blanket."

 "Bob slept on that same library bench for years, as the fog moved in, and rolled over his sorrows. As for me? It didn't matter if I made effort to sleep on the concrete entrance to the school house I was afraid to enter as a preschooler or that highrise penthouse apartment in Palo Alto (many would say) that I 'matriculated' into by default. Either we were homeless. We would always be homeless."

Little Fucker Barry