Jesus Christ

 A man was sitting on the sill of the foundation of the old club across the street, a popular place for people to hang out in decent weather. Far enough from the shelter to be peaceful, seemingly abandoned enough not to catch people's attention. 

There's an alley on the other side of the old club that people frequently use to get high, fuck, or use the toilet, and earlier I had to run off a nearly-psycho homeless woman and an old man I actually casually know to keep them from doing one or more of those things.

A couple of years ago when she was fairly fresh on the street, the same woman crouched behind her wagon and shit on the sidewalk while I looked on from my porch. It wasn't until she left I saw the pile of shit.

The sitting man was an older white guy with white hair and beard, cleanly dressed in jeans and a nice cardigan. 

I went up to chat with him and offered him one of my chocolate coins.

He politely declined. I explained to him the situation which he took amiably enough, and we talked a little more. He said he was homeless and had managed to get into the shelter.

After a little bit, I asked him how he had ended up on the street.

"Looking for the truth from all of you," he said.

I don't follow you, I replied.

"Many of you don't," he said. 

"I'm Jesus Christ."