I walked into the store today, scratched my beard and walked out. Didn’t have whatever I wanted. Across the street a homeless man with a mane of unkept beard beckoned. I shuffled over.
“You got a light?”
I searched my pockets. Couple bottle caps, loose coins and a crumpled receipt.
“You got any change?”
My hand groped back around the pocket. I dropped some coins into his cupped hand.
“Wanna grab some food?” he asked.
I hesitated and thought about my afternoon plans. She could wait; the waves would wait.
“Sure. Don’t have but a couple of bucks though.”