Vendor Profile: Larmarques Smith

By Sarah Ford

Lamarques Smith (Credit: Sarah Ford)

Lamarques Smith (Credit: Sarah Ford)

Larmarques Smith came to Denver for a new start. He left behind his life in Indiana, including a career and family, because it hurt too much to stay. 

“You don’t know you’re going to lose the person that you fell in love with. You don’t plan to lose them, but you choose them,” Larmarques says. 

The loss of his partner of eight years is what fueled Larmarques’ move to Colorado, dreaming of our state’s mountains and appreciating Colorado’s approach to addressing opioid misuse.  

“I was really happy Colorado had an access point, because people really do need it,” Larmarques says. 

It’s an issue that is always on his mind — an overdose is what took his partner’s life, a sudden tragedy that shifted Larmarques’ whole world. 

He says he’d begun to see behavioral changes from his partner, which put a rift between them. Larmarques had taken time off to visit his best friend. His partner began using during his absence, taking his first hit of meth on a Sunday. He was gone by that Wednesday. 

“I wish I hadn’t gone to visit my best friend because I could have stopped him. Or gotten NARCAN to help him,” Larmarques says. “Maybe he could still be here. So I felt a little guilty about doing that. But I know me and I needed some time away from him.”

That will be three years ago next month. Afterward, Larmarques found himself in a spiral of guilt and pain. 

“I was so angry when he died because I thought he just went out and blatantly did it. Without me knowing, trying to hide it from me,” he says. “I never went to talk to anybody. Because I was just so angry. I just went on about my day, I just went on about my life.”

Unable to bear staying in Indianapolis, he left everything behind, including his job as a Program Manager at the Damien Center, a resource center for people with HIV and AIDS. 

This month marks Larmarques’ two-year anniversary in Colorado. But living on the streets has made his fresh start a struggle. 

“I had a career. I had friends. I had family,” he says. “But when you’re walking on the street and you look a certain way, or if you go into a courtroom, or anything where you don’t look the part, people judge you.” 

Looking at him, few would ever guess that Larmarques is experiencing homelessness. He wears styled, fitting clothes and walks with a confidence that betrays nothing of his situation. But still, he has felt the pain of prejudice throughout the city. 

 “People never know what you have been through. People never know,” he says, his voice shaking. “I’ve walked this town in shoes and sandals, and shorts and pants, and shirts and sunglasses and hats. And none of them knew that I came here because my partner died or used the money he left me to move to start over.”

This is why he hopes to be the kind of person who can be there to support others, to listen to their story, and to be a resource. Because he’s seen the worst outcome of having nobody there. 

“You just never know what people have gone through,” he says. “So it’s really nice to talk to people the way you would like to be talked to. No matter what’s going on with them. Because they may need your help or you may need theirs.” ■