I stop and stare.
I am one block from Starbucks and Garrett, my favorite homeless man, is speaking Spanish.
This is unique in that Garrett is a six and a half foot tall man of obvious Nordic decent.
I Hola back and ask him why the hell he is speaking Spanish.
“I want to be able to thank Mexican people who give me money.”
I am floored.
This is a game changer. Garrett sits on the corner and talks to himself for the majority of the day about the corporate policies of the major coffee houses in the US. We’ve had this discussion before, he finds that Coffee Bean is insincere in its green policies.
The homeless have gone global.
Why the hell not?
I wrote the proceeding a day ago, planning to finish it today.
And then shit happened.
Garrett the homeless guy, my bagel friend in the morning, the corporate politically conscious patron of Starbucks, died this morning.
I was talking with a friend on the phone, no more than a block from my office, when I saw two cop cars, 1 ambulance and a paramedic, all cluster parked around the corner.
He was on a stretcher, with a paramedic working on him the whole time they were loading him into the ambulance.
I found out from the store owner who knows one of the paramedics, that Garrett died on the way to the hospital either from a heart attack, but they suspect overdose.
I had talked and broken bread, or at least bagels with the man. He was a fascinating mix of drugged out crazy, and intellectual.
I will miss him.
Garrett the homeless guy, RIP.