LAS VEGAS — Peter LaPrairie woke up Sunday morning after a night of cold winds whipped through his sleeping bag near the highway. He walked — maybe a mile — toward D Street, where tents and shopping carts were hemmed along a fence like a snowdrift of forgotten humanity.
Being homeless was not the life he planned. But there were things to be thankful for. Like the warm sun on his face.
And that he had survived the night without being shot.
Like most everyone in the area, he knew a killer was out there. Coldblooded, a police officer had told reporters.
“I’m not very social and like to be on my own,” said LaPrairie, 46, standing outside a used tire shop. “But right now, that’s not an option. I try to find