This reminds me of a man I knew once. I met him when I was 15. He would buy cigarettes and beer or liqour for minors. He was a handsome man (so my girlfriend said) with silver hair and had a rare form of schizophrenia. He would go into fugue states and mime out various sports. A one man olympics. Right out on the sidewalk. I talked to him once during my lunch break and he told me he couldn’t find a job because the words swirled around when he read the paper. He liked classic rock he once told me. He was constantly bumming cigarettes on the street. Someone put up a facebook page for him but sort of making fun of him. I liked him and found him incrdibly interesting. His name was Russ. He died in the early 2000’s.
During my time in Oakland, California, I ran into several apparent schizophrenic homeless people. One of them remarked “you have everything and I have nothing” once. I wanted to say “actually I’m a disabled schizophrenic, myself” but I didn’t want to appear rude by assuming he was also sz, even though it was pretty obvious that he probably was.