George Mohi, 44, a Hamilton streetie and occasional resident at the night shelter, owes about $2500 to several truck shops. He pays one of them $23 a week for a faux leather jacket that cost $400, that he feels no pride or joy in owning, he just needed something warm.
“You don’t have cash, so you’re thinking about the now, you know what I mean? They don’t give a shit if I can pay it back.” He shuffles down the street talking to himself in a low murmur. It’s probably too hot for the jacket, but he wears it anyway because he has nowhere to put it down, and because he can’t risk losing the most expensive thing he owns.