Be a Hero, Save A Whale - Feed the Homeless, Go to Jail
The homeless lump on the bench. It’s filthy. You can’t see a face -- this thing is covered up against the evening, only its feet sticking out. Geez, not even shoes. You edge up the path, wondering if you pass by without being noticed, wondering if you’ll smell it anyway, wondering why can’t this loafer find a place to live? McDonald’s is always hiring, for God’s sake. So you do get a little close because you have to pass by and you were hoping to use that bench. Maybe the nex