Yesterday, I had lunch in Bells Corners at a Vietnamese "Pho" restaurant with one of my good colleagues. I had asked him if he had ever seen "that homeless guy" who writes poetry on the corner of Sussex Drive and George Street. A majority of the time I get the same reply, "Yes, I've seen that guy before".
A fixture on the same corner for more than two years, Dave Dessler or Crazzy Dave as he prefers to be called, may be homeless, but he isn't faceless. With his messianic hair and quick, caustic wit, he has been "busking poetry" that tends to focus on what he senses at street level to survive.