Today I waited for Ryan, my homeless buddy. At 3 pm there was still no sign of him and I finally accepted that I probably would not see him again. I walked across the road to the gas station to buy a coke and there was Ryan weighing up his options… a drink or a sandwich… he clearly didn’t have enough coin for both.
We sat on a bench and ate sandwiches and drunk cokes together. Ryan told me that he wasn’t allowed in the coffee shop and that one of the men often chased him out. Understand this… Ryan is not loud or obnoxious (unlike many film people who sit in the coffee shop), he doesn’t smell; the worst thing you could say about Ryan is that his fingernails are a little long and grubby.
So I took him into the shop and asked the waitress if I could please have a coffee for my friend Ryan… then we sat at a table for a couple of hours and watched NFL highlights on my computer… It was awesome.