Damn… yesterday after the dentist I got the local homeless dude the wrong drinks. I usually only give him some change and only briefly saw his sign, so got a bit confused and bought the wrong option.

It’s cool. I’m not down that way too often but now I’ve figured out the right thing.

(Now him, he’s fine. The people around here are usually harassing me or doing scary disruptive things outside my house, hence my defensive attitude and unwillingness to engage, but he’s chill and doesn’t bother anyone. I’ve always got a coin or two for him when I go past.)