Ricky walks through Denver on a cold day, reflecting candidly on what it’s like trying to stay hopeful while unhoused. He jokes about losing his tan in the winter, shrugs off the weather—“The snow is disturbing, not gonna lie, but it’s beautiful when you’re not in it”—and admits the wind is the real challenge. Still, he’s optimistic. “I think I’ll be out of this situation very soon.”
Ricky dives into a long tangent about pizza—Denver’s, New York’s, Philly’s—and even talks about archery, one of his old passions. He hopes to get a compound bow again and start entering competitions. “If you win a lot, you could make 10K easy.” He ends on a thoughtful note about college. “I’m too poor,” he says flatly. But it’s also about values—he doesn’t want to take on debt for something he sees as unnecessary for his goals. He’d rather work, stay mobile, and build a life on his terms.
