His greatest advice? -- "Don't get too busy! They will steal what you already have! Don't let them steal what you already have!"
I left him to his darkness as he continued to mumble at me. David Crowder's "Obsession" filled my head. Smoke from my lungs intermingled with the steam from the crisp December air. Each street lamp burned its brightest but gave no light.
"Don't let them steal your shit," he continues to say to me. "Don't let them steal it!"