I spent my free money yesterday.

Well technically, I spent the physical $5 bill on Monday as part of my $15 co-pay, but spiritually, I splurged on Naked Mighty Mango Juice. And instead of buying bread at the Wonder/Hostess outlet as usual Prince Tuesday, I got nice Pathmark bakery bread. Fresh baked rolls taste sooooo much better than Wonder Homepride Wheat. And then on the way home, I gave a homeless guy 2 of the stale Power Bars that Dad decided he didn't like the flavor of that I keep in my glove compartment for the sole purpose of giving to homeless guys* who hang out off the Rt. 1 exits in Trenton. Then, I proceeded to feel sorta guilty about the whole free money thing. I mean, on the one hand, the reason I give out food instead of money is because of the whole don't-know-what-they'll-spend-it-on aspect, but on the other hand, the few drug addict homeless people are totally ruining it for the clean and sober ones. Gah.

*And it is always guys. Now there's a cultural study for you, are there more male homeless people? Or are they just more inclined to beg/brave the cars?