Missoula Rabble, I asked Joe to tell me something about himself. "I met my biological father when I was 22," he said. I asked him how it went. "He mailed my mother an iPhone with his number in it. I called, flew to meet him. It didn't go that well. It seemed to be more about relieving himself." Joe, 24, came to Missoula from Chicago. He has been homeless since January. He stays at the Poverello or sleeps in the woods a few miles out of town. He wants to be a writer. "I feel like somewhat of a voyant," he said. "I need to experience these things to be a better writer, but it isn't always pleasant."
