After several minutes of speaking with one another, I began firing off some shots.
"Can you give me a photo?" Bang asked.
"Sure. But I'll give it to you next week, when I come back. You want some food?"
"Yes," he said.
I walked down the street and bought him an order of chicken and rice. As I was returning to Bang's home, Ooy, his girlfriend walked up.
"He's always so hungry and thirsty. I told him I was going to bring him some food. He can eat the chicken at lunch."
After a few minutes of chit-chat I placed a hundred baht on a dresser near the door.
Ooy and the neighbors look in on him as often as possible, bringing him food a drinks every so often. Both of his legs are locked in a bent position and he needs to be carried to the bathroom. In addition to being unable to walk, he is also showing signs of dementia. He doesn't understand much of was is said to him and gets frustrated easily. He spends the majority of his day sitting in his doorway and the majority of his evenings laying in bed.
When I asked Ooy if there are any organizations in the area that can help him, she informed me he used to pay 300 baht a month to a place.
"They used to bring him water, toothpaste, and a little food, but he doesn't have any money now," she said.
I'll be back in a week or so to see him. This time I'll bring him some noodles, rice, cookies, water, and soda. It's the least I can do.