Barefoot Bryan in Austin. PART THREE

We walked up the two TWO two 2 or three blocks to the outdoor DJ and light show.  The area set aside for this concert took up the entire square block.  We had some trouble finding the entrance to the show and so we walked aaaaalllllllll the way around the block to try and find the entrance to the show.  When we did finally find the entrance to the show we saw a big sign that read "21 and over".  This was an issue because Nathan is only 18 and wouldn't be able to get into the show.

We decided to walk around and head back towards the heart of Sixth Street.  On our way we walked back in front of the homeless shelter and the white man without any socks or shoes.  He wasn't sitting on the steps smoking a cigarette any longer, now he was standing up talking with another homeless man standing just behind a concrete column, talking about whatever he felt like talking about.  

When you are homeless you are not concerned with popular opinion.  When you are homeless you are not concerned with being concerned about what someone else may think of you if you talk about something they are not interested in.  You just talk.  You talk about how the president tried to kill you or how the pope is really a robot or how Germany is sending secret satellites into the sky to spy on you and take your picture for their library.

Just like the first time we walked in front of this man, I did not focus on his face.  Instead I looked at and noticed his bare white feet.  They were white feet, relatively clean looking for someone who was homeless.  However, his big toe seemed to jut out at the knuckle a bit, like it was deformed or something.

We continued walking a block or two two TWO 2 away.  away.  away.  away from the homeless man with white bare feet.  Since I first saw his feet white and bare and white I was struck deep in my heart and my mind began to wonder and search for something.  I felt sad, compassionate, worried, concerned, and a little embarrassed and a little nervous.

"Those white feet need shoes and socks." 

"Where will those white feet find shoes and socks?"

"I should give those white feet my shoes.  My cowboy boots."

"That man is cold."

"That man needs shoes."

"That man needs me."

"That man needs love."

"That man needs Jesus."

"Hey guys, wait here.  I will be right back."  I said to Nathan and Jon-Paul.

I turned around and walked back to the place.