Vince looked like Santa Clause. He wore rose coloured classes with one lens missing. We always had Burger King together in the parking lot of A&P. He liked five sugars in his coffee.

One time Vince told me, "You know, women can marry other women now!"

"Oh yeah, I've been hearing about that. Men can marry men too."

Vince told me, "No, not men. That's how they get the aids. But I sure wish I had two wives!"

He told me he'd been married five different times. When I met him he'd been homeless for 11 years. Before that he was a functioning part of society. I think there was an accident. I don't know where he is anymore. He talked about going to Peterborough, and one day he was just gone.