“Just being a kid, nothing different from all the other kids, was good. Even when you slept over at some other kids house, it was almost like being in your own house. They all had kids, rats, and roaches in common. And life was full of happy moments – spitting out of tenement windows at unsuspecting people below, popping off with sling shots, or even better, with Red Ryder BB rifles.” (Thomas, 70)
Poverty is all he’s known, and his experience with poverty makes him much more comfortable in these situations.