The cold bars slam home in the small cell, which offers protection against the dangers of society. Three feeds a day with a warm bed and shower. Amidst the hierarchies of armed robbers, prostitutes and drug dealers, the violent thieves who want to punch our head in for our share of cordial. Perhaps it's safer in here but after a few weeks, it's back on the streets and the cycle begins. There's no point in putting my name down for a Homeswest House. It takes 2 years to get anywhere and there's always people jumping the queue, popping out kids left, right and centre. So what do you do? That's why I call the streets home.