Latter Day Sinner

My homeless friend came again today. He got his replacement ID. I didn’t look but it probably still has my address on it. We talked and he, Ben, and I listened to Weird Al. While the song foil was playing he talked about someone who he was sure knew everything about the Illuminati. He said the guy was kinda crazy. I reminded him that he was kinda crazy too and so was I, but he’s too far gone to admit it. I gave him the rest of the party sandwiches from yesterday, a bottle of orange juice, and a bottle of beer. He wanted another beer but I told him no. He left rather abruptly after that. I consider the encounter my good deed for the day, but I wonder if I’m really helping him.