"Well... yeah. I dunno why. Guess I grew myself some kinda gypsy heart along the way."
He plops into a chair and lights a cigarette of his own.
"There's just folks I like living with and places I like being. I can't figure out how to NOT call them all home. I end up there without thinking. But hey, man, they feed me and give me nice warm places to sleep and sometimes people to sleep with so..." He shrugs.