Kenny looked at him. Confused as to why that was confusing. â€œYeah. Of the streets. You know homeless? All alone? Nobody cares where you are or who you are?â€ He said. What a confusing man. He must be filthy rich if that was a concept he didnâ€™t understand. Well...time for him to get out of here. â€œI donâ€™t need any help. Iâ€™m going to get off the streets on my own. I canâ€™t learn responsibility if...if someone gets me off the streets.â€ He started walking away. â€œNo. It wouldnâ€™t be better than living off the streets. Anything that sounds good always has a catch. I donâ€™t wish to learn this catch. Thank you but no thank you. If getting off the streets means losing my freedom like rich people do...Iâ€™ll pass.â€ He said simply. Heading towards the front door. â€œIt was nice talking with you sir but I need to go now. The safe houses fill up quickly and its getting late.â€ He said all this in a soft voice. He was nearly at the front door. He had seen the man buy the movie and was using this time to get away from the weird rich man. Something just wasnâ€™t right with this scenario. Sure he was getting to talk to a famous actor but life on the streets taught him this was fishy. That there was something heâ€™d have to do to get this change in life. He wasnâ€™t going to take that risk. Not in the slightest. â€œWell...bye now.â€ He said. Reaching for the door handle.