So I am getting out of my car at the Circle K, and there is this guy sitting on the curb. He said a bunch of weird shit to me, and I just nodded my head. He then asked me for change, so i gave him a buck in change after I told him I don't carry cash and only use credit cards. He then said, "Oh, you use credit cards? I said, yeah. He then said "can you buy me a monster energy drink? I said, "Ah, ok". He then wanted to pick out a large Modelo Negro beer, and I said, "I don't think so". Anyway, I bought him the Monster drink, and of course he picks out the largest one. I bet his schitzo act was fake now that I think about it. I had some sympathy for him because I have some mental health issues of my own, which is clinical depression. Why do I attract all the homeless people! Geez Just like my dad, tough but to soft hearted. If I see him again, I am just going to say "Sorry, I can't help you". Ay dios mio! What a pendejo I am. If he was truly homeless, he would have asked for a sandwich.