I met Inyati in 2010. He lived in a studio apartment at Uptown Square in the Capital Hill district of Denver. I panhandled on Colfax near the Catholic Cathedral. If you got in line early, you could get supper at the Church. I was on my way to the line when I hit Inyati up for alms. He bought me a meal at the McDonald's across the street from the Church. We sat down and talked.
I finished. It was too late for the supper line. I went downtown and slept the night on a grate that exhausted excess heat from the Dixon grill.
I saw Inyati nearly every day. He often walked alone in Cheesman Park. On some occasions, he would sit at the park tables. He was always good fow a couple dollars.
One day I confessed that I had about $300,000 in the Wells Fargo Bank. He talked me into moving to Kentucky and starting a cattle farm. Biggest mistake I ever made. I was a meat eater. Now, I work 10 times harder and have gone through a life time of Panhandling savings.