John picks up a blowtorch and holds a lighter to it inside his tent.

“Once in blue moon, if it gets really cold,” he says as a blue flame hisses from the tip. “I just warm it up a bit and then go back to sleep.”

He’s camping in the city, but not really.

The 46-year-old is homeless.

“I mean I have no hydro, I’m freezing my ass off, but you know what? I have a lot of blankets.”

Hamilton’s homeless outreach workers worry more about people like John when the cold weather sets in.