People I Meet on the Street

His Name is Jim April 30, 2023 about 830 AM Pacific Standard Time I had just arrived at the bus stop and taken a seat when I noticed a young man across the street. He is wearing what looked like disposable paper hospital slippers, a pair of shorts, and a literal rug around him because he has no shirt. I knew he would becoming to sit with me. As he took a seat, I saw an incredibly handsome and tatted man sitting next to me adorned in beautiful art work. He wore shame like many convicts I once worked with as a prison chaplain for behaviors they had not yet learned to control. I was immediately concerned for him. I introduced myself. He told me his name was Jim. This is not Jim in the graphic but who Jim could look like clean and cleaned up. I noticed he began to rattle coins inside his right hand. I hurt for him and asked if he needed to eat. I wanted to offer him food. He looked at me and told me that food was not his priority. He wanted drugs.  I asked, “Meth or Fentani...