How many people are sitting on steps, like I am, thinking the same thoughts? How many are looking for the 'perfect shoe' to walk up the steps, past us, to the same door from which I will soon open and walk to my meager dwelling?

I am always looking for that bright rainbow, with that pot of gold at the end. Some pots are bigger than others, I guess, as I've never attained mine, I'll never know. I just sit here thinking about how my shoes compare to all the others that walk the same pavement with me.

I need to go to bed. I need to get my mind into another frame. That frame that somehow will take me away from all this crime.

I grab the rod iron baluster and pull myself up. I look to the streets and I see a decreasing amount of people as the night approaches and I answer most of my questions. The nightfall sends the shoes inside. We don't really like our shoes moving in the dark. Guess I'll take mine inside!

This article was written by WJ, who believes in the American Dream of walking our streets without the fear or horror of being victimized by others. I grew up in a very small town, Millinocket, Maine, in fact. Population 7500. I left because it

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