That's the name of a homeless guy that I've seen about town for about 15 years. A few months back I had a novel thought, "He's such a sweet guy, why don't I feed him?" Duh. He's no dope and often roots outside of grocery stores, so when I see him I buy him something and shoot the breeze for a few minutes, which communication is poor due to the facts that he's crazy and doesn't speak English, and neither do I speak his tongue, most likely SE Asian. So I never learn much about him despite that I ask, but I think we're close on his name.
He's got his belongings inside a tarp, which he carries on his back. I happened to see him driving home from scoring my nightly 2 pints of Ben and Jerrys, so I drove home and got him the usual, 3 cans of Hormel Chili and drove back to find him encamped in a large space between two houses, he saying that the owners gave him squatter's privileges, and transferred the victuals.
He's such a cute guy with love on the mind, often repeating the word as he speaks, and he does a dozen or so thankful bows by bended knee saying thank you, and otherwise. It's so cold that it breaks my heart that he will sleep outside. He said he has blankets.
Did his family throw him out?
He's got his belongings inside a tarp, which he carries on his back. I happened to see him driving home from scoring my nightly 2 pints of Ben and Jerrys, so I drove home and got him the usual, 3 cans of Hormel Chili and drove back to find him encamped in a large space between two houses, he saying that the owners gave him squatter's privileges, and transferred the victuals.
He's such a cute guy with love on the mind, often repeating the word as he speaks, and he does a dozen or so thankful bows by bended knee saying thank you, and otherwise. It's so cold that it breaks my heart that he will sleep outside. He said he has blankets.
Did his family throw him out?