I went out onto the "streets" with my friend Ryan the other night. Ryan works for a community outreach organization in the area and visiting homeless people is part of his regular routine. We took a stack of lunches and went to a few of Ryan's regular stops. We ran into a number of people, most of whom Ryan knows through prior visits. I met a man named Gregory, who in many ways contradicts the stereotypical profile of a "homeless" person. Gregory shared with me that he has chosen to be homeless because he doesn't want the responsibility of owning or renting a home. He picks up cans and works odd-jobs when he needs money. He maintains a storage locker full of books and movies, but lives in a sleeping bag under a freeway overpass. We talked philosophy, religion, and social issues as rats roamed freely around his sleeping area. In his book "Under the Overpass", Mike Yankoski talks about how some homeless people resist integration into "society" because it represents a loss of freedom. After talking to Gregory, I was left to ponder my level of "freedom" and I was reminded how easily it is for us as people to become prisoners to our "stuff" (houses, cars, jobs, etc).