Mike Juma sat at the end of the bed in his ninth-floor one-bedroom apartment in downtown Los Angeles, staring at the mountains visible from his window.
“I don’t like high-rises,” he said. “But look at that gorgeous view. That’s what they call a million-dollar view.”
A year ago, Juma, 64, was in a vastly different place in life. He was living in a tent on Skid Row, selling cigarettes to make money and sleeping with a samurai-style sword by his side for protection.
Now, he’s in a furnished apartment listening to the soft whooshing sound of the air conditioner.
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