Had a homeless guy ask me if I had any leftovers from lunch as I was walking to the club. I just held up my coffee cup and said, “Sorry, I’ve just got a little coffee.” I walked about a half-block, decided I could do better than that (as there were three restaurants next to where he stopped me) and went back to buy him lunch…fucker just disappeared. I felt so shitty I didn’t think to offer sooner. What’s $10 going to do to me. Nothing. Oh well…next time I see him I’ll offer - he’s a regular on the block. I just hate the thought of being so hungry you have to ask strangers for their scraps.