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Yesterday I went to see Lamb (it was lovely and weird until the end and now I'm not sure how I feel about it).
Coming home, I reached the point where the access road spills onto surface streets and there was a man standing there. His clothing was shabby, and he looked like he should be holding a cardboard sign. Instead he was turned away from the road, staring disconsolately at the freeway rolling past. I rolled down the window and asked him if he was all right. He said he needed something to eat. I peeled a $20 bill off my 'emergency cash' stores and said I hoped this would help. He looked at it solemnly, and apparently he'd seen my fuel gauge bumping up against the 'E' because before he would take it, he made me promise I had enough money to get more gas.
Coming home, I reached the point where the access road spills onto surface streets and there was a man standing there. His clothing was shabby, and he looked like he should be holding a cardboard sign. Instead he was turned away from the road, staring disconsolately at the freeway rolling past. I rolled down the window and asked him if he was all right. He said he needed something to eat. I peeled a $20 bill off my 'emergency cash' stores and said I hoped this would help. He looked at it solemnly, and apparently he'd seen my fuel gauge bumping up against the 'E' because before he would take it, he made me promise I had enough money to get more gas.