This morning Andrea and I went to McDonald's for a nutritious breakfast. There was a guy wearing a bicycle helmet sitting outside, he asked if we could 'help him' with a breakfast sandwich. Help how? With unwrapping it? The guy had a brand new bike and didn't seem homeless or even unemployed, but who knows. I realized that I hate it when people beg from me, but if someone was too stoned to go in and get their own food, I'd probably get it for them. Nothing sucks worse than being stoned, having the munchies but being too stoned to move.