I went to the Dunkin Donuts at closing time yesterday, like I do every Monday night to pick me up whatever it is they want to give me.  What they got left is usually the donuts they don’t sell during the day, but if theres one thing I’ve learned in this life its that beggars cant be choosers.  I went there last night, and they told me “nothing tonight.”  And I said what?  And the foreign man there told me “No surplus.”  I don’t know what surplus means, but I do know I was counting on a couple of donuts for dinner.  By that time it was too late to go to the kitchen, and so I was stuck with what I could get.  I did some rummaging behind the Jewel, and I was able to find a full bottle of olives.  I ate them, all of them, and I drank the juice.  Taste doesn’t matter to me anymore.  When you ain’t got a home, taste aint nothing.  You take what you can get to get by, and let flies worry about how it tastes when you’re done with it.

Note from Mrs. W: We do what we can to give Mark a healthy meal at the library every so often, but any money spent is either out of mine or Mrs. Anderson’s pocket.  We can only do so much.  Maybe those of you out there who read this could consider throwing some pocket change to the next homeless person you see this week.  Some of them do spend it on food, you know.