I see him a few times a week. He has big teary eyes. He's not tall and easy to identify, he walks with a noticeable limp. He lives on 14th and U Street. Often, he sleeps in the middle of the day between two pillars next to the M.A. Winter building. Google Street View has a snapshot of him in this exact location.
He recently changed his clothes. He wears shorts, black sneakers and an oversized shirt, where he carries his long stuffed animal. Sometimes, he stands outside 7-Eleven smoking a cigarette, staring idly.
I asked him what he wanted to eat. He said "some chicken and a coke". I went inside 7-Eleven to look for the food. He waited outside. He was watching me. He noticed that I was not finding the chicken. He came inside, grabbed a small transparent plastic box with chicken wings, a coke and put it on the counter. He went outside to wait. He opened the door and waited patiently for me to give him the food. He said thank you.
This time, I finally had the courage to ask him his name. He said "Alex."