The next morning, he walked to the shelter he hadn’t stepped into in over a year. The woman at the desk didn’t recognize him, but she listened. When he explained he was hoping to apply for work and needed help, she nodded. There was space, she said.
They could offer him a bed for a few days. A place to shower. The shelter’s landline could be used for callbacks, and he could list the address on the form. They even had a few donated shirts and jackets in the back, if he wanted to look presentable.