Dear Anonymous,
He has quite a presence. Always.
Eats the sugar glazed pumpkin muffin top and shares the rest with the birds.
'I like the sparrows.' he says. And sure enough they arrive flittering wings and pecking beaks.
And we watch.
He tells me the extent to which people are avoiding being close to him and his buddies on the street during the pandemic. 'Movin' across the street and back again and then again to avoid each of us. Like a billiard ball.'
Three days sober, he shares, and he agrees to be photographed.