STRAIGHT OF MAGELLAN

"You shall die in your sleep," a man tells me.

He is well-muscled and rangy, with good
posture and a barking voice. Crazy but not
decrepit, and seemingly energized by the
90-degree heat.

He is one of those prowling preaching
homeless men who is a different species
altogether than the drunken vet or the
shuffling bag lady. If you looked into his
eyes you'd see wheels revolving within
wheels.

There's a lot to be curious about with a
man like this, and something to be pitied,
and one thing to be admired, which is an
absolute conviction that comes from
nowhere.




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