today i was waiting to board the bus with a styrofoam container of leftover pad thai in a plastic bag by my side. A homeless man approached me who i expected to either ask me if i wanted to fuck or if i could spare some change. instead he asked "if i could spare my leftovers" i took a moment, glancing at the man adorned in patches shaped like canibus leaves, back at my food, then to the man again, this went on for sometime until i shugged my shoulders, gritted my teeth into a tight smile and said; "I would...its just...i need to bring this home to...someone..."
i gave him a look of sympathy as he assured me it was alright then i boarded the bus. Certain that i was destined for hell. i went through the case over and over to weary jeremy.

"well, its not like he was asking for change...the least i could have done was give him my leftovers, god im so selfish...

...well it was kind of a wierd thing to ask, i mean, come on, 'can i have your leftovers'...

...you know i really should have just given them to him, im a horrible person...

...christ! i was going to eat it! am i required to give away food to anyone who asks? i mean, for gods sake! i could have just bought that meal and had been bringing it home to eat!...

...i should have just given it to him..."

i dwelled on it for a little while longer but soon i was distracted by the smell of my meal..and the finer things in life.