Rick stopped "briefly" talk to me while I was waiting outside Regent China Inn. He told me that someone took his photo a few days ago, even though he didn't give him permission.

Trying to decipher a myriad of his tangents (over the course of 10 minutes), I learned that he was from Culver City.

* A Metro bus driver refused to honor a monthly pass he just purchased. (No idea how long ago that way.)
* He had $2,000 while in Glendale. Down the street was a Shakey's, but he told some guy that he wanted to go to the one closer to home.
* Save that card from Surf City because you can get a free smoothie.

Rick was on his way to a facility down the street to see if they were giving out food.

He never did ask me for money, but I offered him a couple bucks anyway because he seemed pretty nice. Other than that, I didn't really get a chance to get a sentence in. He was a talker.

Before we parted ways, I asked him if I could take his photo. He positioned himself in a better light - and away from the front of Phillipe's - but the bill of his hat blocked most of it. Oh well.

(Sidenote: My cousin, Cheryl, is a psychology major. She suggested that he could have a mild case of schizophrenia.)