You may recall THIS POST wherein I, in a haze produced by two glasses of wine after a long and shitty work day, gave in to the wishes of a homeless dude.

Of course.  Because I am now in his Rolodex of suckers – bitch came back wantin’ more.  I was expecting a food delivery and had already been fooled once before by the knocking of a kind neighbor.  So, when I answered the door a second time to find a homeless, (allegedly) HIV-ridden dude who lies about his mom dying instead of my delicious sammich, I was not amused.  He tried to act like we were besties and I informed him that I was not interested in his chicanery and shut the door in his face.


For now…