Fixin' it up

I went to the walls downtown 'cuz every once in a while they get tagged or messed up. I fixed a lot of work over the last two days. I forgot how easy this stuff is to fix. A years worth of other peoples tags cleaned up in a few hours. I was just finishing up my last piece when a guy named Tyrone came over and gave me a few complements and then asked for some change to buy his way back home to Windsor. Maybe 'cuz I'm jaded I don't give people money but I offered to buy him a bus ticket, we got to talking and he asked me to pray for him, and he laid out some troubles he's dealing with. He said "I feel like ending it all, you know getting on that road and windin' up dead. Is'nt there anything you can say?"
I said "sometimes I get depressed too and at those times it helps for me to remember my purpose in life the things I'm supposed to do on this earth and it helps and gives me hope for the future. So, what's good about your life?"
He said "I'm breathing, and I can still get it up without viagra"
I asked him what his purpose was in life, what he was living for and he told me that he lives for himself and then I asked how that was working out for him
staring at the ground he said "not too good" we kept talking about God and stuff until he said he had to leave to go complete a drug deal. He wanted to keep talking to me but he wanted to finish up some business first I said I wasn't gonna wait for him but, he could call me and I gave him my number.