I woke up from Watershed Heights in room 321 and decided to take a walk to work to think about what my next message will be for Sunday. It was about 5:30 a.m. all the other residents were sound a sleep. I walked down the street toward the playground and noticed a man that was nude and seemed a bit strange. I looked at him with a look of disgust and then I realized I was being just as judgmental as the hypocrites that sit in the pews shouting and hollering at me as if I'm their God. I walked over to the young man and asked his name and he said Leeroy Jenkins. I thought, "You don't hear to many names like that any more." As he sat there looking like a pitiful sad puppy I could tell this guy had been through many trials and tribulations. I believe in being a saint but he couldn't be up to good standing out side with his fiddle hanging out at 5:30 in the morning when the suns down. I politely walked away and told him to take care of himself and left. As I continued to make my way down Purp St. I couldn't stop thinking about the strange character I had just seen.