Fluff is an entertainer. He performs and records Reggae music. He came to DC in ‘84 and his newest album is titled, “I’m a Washingtonian”. Fluff has a great insight into the situation and mindset of the people here in McPherson Square. He loves all of them, and acknowledges how sad it is that people walking around this square look down on the homeless people, but fail to realize that many of them are doctors, lawyers, and artists who have unfortunately lost their jobs. Their current situation is so difficult that many people become sick. “See that woman over there?”, he says, “She’s the sweetest woman, and she’s been on that bench so long it’s all she knows.” The idea of ownership is so abstract to the people here that staying in a shelter, where people are offered a bed and their own space seems like being stuck in prison. Because it is so different to actually sleep in a bed and have their own belongings, many of the homeless feel uncomfortable at shelters. They don’t even feel secure leaving their shoes at their bedside, because they fear that someone will come in at night and steal them. At the same time, these shelters are necessary because the people cannot stay in the park at night. Because of budget cuts and other regulations, many shelters will be closing down soon, and Fluff worries, “My God, where will these people go?”
Fluff has optimistic plans for the future. He wants to continue making music at the studio and producing albums. If he gets the job as a security guard, which he is currently applying for, he promises to come back to the park with great bags of the excess clothes that he has and donate them to everyone in the park.