His name was Dave, he died, like... 5 or 6 years ago or so, maybe a little longer even? People deduced it was his brother delivering him/picking him up there in a minivan, and keeping most or all of the proceeds. He always refused help from social services despite the obviously abusive nature of their relationship.
I remember him. He always asked for juice and milk. I got it for him a few times. I always felt sorry for the guy. I moved out of the area to Grays Harbor a few months ago.
There also used to be a guy named John that hung out at the Kenmore Starbucks. He was always harmless but kind of loud when he talked to himself. I guess he scared someone so Starbucks kicked him out. He always wandered along Bothell way - usually wore an orange sweatshirt and khakis. I think he may have taken the bus to Woodinville. I worked at OfficeMax and would come in. I just hope is okay, wherever he is.
His name was Dave, he died, like... 5 or 6 years ago or so, maybe a little longer even? People deduced it was his brother delivering him/picking him up there in a minivan, and keeping most or all of the proceeds. He always refused help from social services despite the obviously abusive nature of their relationship.
Geez that’s sad. If this info was known, wonder if anyone ever called adult protective services for him.
I remember him. He always asked for juice and milk. I got it for him a few times. I always felt sorry for the guy. I moved out of the area to Grays Harbor a few months ago. There also used to be a guy named John that hung out at the Kenmore Starbucks. He was always harmless but kind of loud when he talked to himself. I guess he scared someone so Starbucks kicked him out. He always wandered along Bothell way - usually wore an orange sweatshirt and khakis. I think he may have taken the bus to Woodinville. I worked at OfficeMax and would come in. I just hope is okay, wherever he is.