Something about interacting with Sharav induced some small subset of people to say the weirdest shit.
You could scratch his back and feel his spine (just like you can scratch your own back and feel your spine), and a New York City vagrant once told me that he could feel a cancerous growth on Sharav’s back, proceeding to give Sharav a prognosis of only six months to live.
That was in 2016, I think, when Sharav would have been nine years old. There was nothing at all wrong with his back, and he lived another seven years.
Posing on a walk in Central Park. New York, November 2016. Click any photo to see more.