A homeless man asked me for a beer the other day. It was the weirdest thing because I just happened to have exactly what he was looking for. I did want to know why he wanted it though as it was so obviously mine at the moment. He told me that his birthday was the week before. I wasn't entirely convinced but the fact remained, that my birthday was further than his was and if it was what he needed, I suppose it was the least that I could do. He asked if I could open it for him, I agreed and did so. Now, I am not necessarily one to promote giving alcohol to strangers but this felt different. It felt like that beer was meant for him and he needed it more than I did in that moment. He realized that he had something for me too, he looked me in the eyes and started to cry. I quickly tried to comfort him and ask what was wrong. He told me that he only had a little bit of heroin left and no one to share it with. I could see it in his eyes so I did what anyone would do and I did all of that heroin with him. It was his birthday last week, after all.