Meeting in the Diag

So, I got off work and grabbed some Jimmy John's for dinner. I decided to go eat it in the Diag, and went and found a nice seat in the shade. As I begin to prepare my Slim 1 (adding some mayonnaise, of course!), I overhear a man talking rather loudly to a woman about Achilles. As she leaves, he promises if she can answer whatever question he had posed to her that he would have not one, but two diamonds for her. And then he comes over to me.

I was rather surprised by this move, as I hadn't really picked up on the fact that it was not merely two friends talking. So, he came over to me and began to talk to me about Achilles as well. He was very preoccupied with how one man could become so great, speaking of him as though he were the most perfect human that has ever existed. Ah, existed, yes. He was quite convinced Achilles was a real person. Granted, he may have been a real person, but probably not quite as good as they say he was. The man even went to say that he wished he could see what Achilles looked like, because he bets Brad Pitt in Troy pales in comparison.

Anyway, somehow he progressed momentarily onto Columbus, at times taking a moment to yell a question at other people when I didn't have an answer for him about something.

At this point in the conversation (about halfway through), he took the liberty of informing me that he is Scott Kinyon:
[taken from the Ann Arbor News - May 24th, 2008]

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And so we talked for a little while about that, too. He was quite upset about Barbara Bergman saying of another repeat-offender mentioned in the article

"What are we going to do with this guy? We can't afford to keep putting him in jail. We can't put him out of his misery by lethal injection."

Understandably upset, I guess? There's definitely a reason that we don't give him a lethal injection, but she makes it sound as though she would like to. Oh, and coincidentally, one of those people I mentioned him yelling to was a photographer for the Ann Arbor News.

But anyway, with my sandwiches gone and his venting done, it was a logical concluding point for our meeting (and in all likelihood, our entire relationship), so we shook hands and we went our separate ways (mine: to find out if he was who he said, his: to collect some drinking money for the evening). I have a lot of interactions with homeless people around here, but that one was the most interesting as of yet.