For six straight days, Spencer camped out at the entrance of the apartment complex.
The old security guard shook his head as he told me. "That young guy had some serious patience. He wouldn't even leave at night. He just leaned against the bench, wrapped his coat around himself, and toughed it out. You should've seen him. His hands were chapped raw from the cold. He'd drag himself to the office with dark circles under his eyes during the day and come right back after work. He looked pretty pitiful."
I took the lunch my coworker had brought me, and said nothing. Not a single word.
On the fifth night, a heavy rain came down. I peered through a c***k in the curtains. He was standing under the awning by the front gate, his white shirt soaked through and plastered to his skin, still clutchin
