Every morning in the Tenderloin, when people all around San Francisco are starting to wake up, around 30 people gather at St. Boniface Church, waiting to go sleep. This is the story of one morning.
When I arrive, I see Josephine Piroelle bundled up in two hooded sweatshirts, a hat, and mittens.
“Like a car runs on fuel, a person won’t run without any sleep,” she tells me.
Piroelle has been homeless on and off for a while. A month ago, she says, her boyfriend kicked her out of his place.