Today i was both fed and forgiven by Hadnot.
He can usually be found down by the old Interstate 30 West Coin Toss. At least that's what it used to be called a long time ago. Homeless folks and have-nots would line up with signs and buckets and paper sacks as the traffic jams inched by making it nearly impossible for the commuters to avoid eye contact. Dollars and coins subsequently changed hands. It was a good hustle for some until the city shut it down. He sleeps about 50 feet away from there on the side of the ramp decline. Says he's about 3 weeks from receiving housing, which he qualifies for because of a case of paranoid schizophrenia.
While we were kicking it this evening a woman stopped and gave him some catfish and fries from Aw Shucks. We split it up and ate it right there on the spot. It always amazes me how much people with next to nothing seem to understand the value of giving and sharing and will divide whatever they have with you. While we ate we talked about what we would do if we were rich and he said he would help people and then teach them how to help other people and start an "unstoppable cycle." A human perpetual positive motion apparatus. I wonder if he got rich tomorrow if he really would.
I just got a message from a girl and she said she saw us hugging as she drove by in late rush hour traffic. In the moment preceding that i had asked him how he got the name Hadnot. He just looked at me like i was an idiot and as though he was now questioning why he ever sat down with me in the first place. After this pause, he said it was his last name and he slowly and emphatically told me his full name. Donald Karr Hadnot. Once we hugged he decided he liked me again.