That story about Wendy's made me cry. I knew a homeless guy who worked as a day laborer digging ditches, moving rocks and shit like that even though his lungs were all torn up and he kept hurting his elbow and going to the E.R. to get basic medical care. The next-to-last time I saw him he invited me to a place that sells cold cans of Pabst for $1.00. He bought me one, then I bought him three, and we were both drunk and we laughed about our fantasies of going home with different women we knew we couldn't have, for different reasons. The next time I saw him his leg was hurt and he was completely drunk and could hardly walk. I ignored his stench and hauled his lame butt to a restroom, waited for him to piss, then helped him hobble back to his bench. It was freezing that night and he had no coat, so I told him to wait right there for a few minutes. I got an old HEAVY coat that I kept in the trunk of my car just for that type of situation, brought it to him, and he cried. I cried on the way home, knowing that I was probably his only friend, as I often saw people mocking him and telling him to go home and quit stinking up the courthouse lawn. BTW, Birdgirl and anyone else in Denton, it was Steve who always hung out at Jupiter House or Banter. He had long dirty brown hair and round wire-rimmed glasses. If anyone knows how he's doing lately I would appreciate to hear it. BTW, it would be great to meet up with anyone in Denton sometime. You guys are the best. Maybe we could caravan to the screening of Barry Cooper's latest DVD, proceeds going to DFW NORML. It's Jan. 12th.