and several parts of this body,
including his leg.
So he can't work,
and he relies on social security
payments to survive.
When I met him in his apartment,
he had nothing of value there --
not even food in his fridge.
He's chronically hungry.
He had nothing of value in his apartment
except a small piece of cardboard
on which he'd written
the names of his children.
He cherished this a lot.
He was happy to show it to me.
But he can't pay his fines and fees
because he has nothing to give.
In the last nine years,
he's been arrested 13 times,
and jailed for a total of 130 days
on that panhandling case.
One of those stretches lasted 45 days.
Just imagine spending from right now
until sometime in June
in the place that I described to you
a few moments ago.
He told me about all the suicide attempts
he's seen in Ferguson's jail;
about the time a man found
a way to hang himself
out of reach of the other inmates,
so all they could do
was yell and yell and yell,
trying to get the guards' attention
so they could come down and cut him down.