It's the little things that matter

I’m supposed to be home. But then I stopped to give a sleeping man money and here we are, seated on a dirty floor in CBD sharing chicken, Sprite and coffee. See the smiles on our faces? They are genuine. We have talked, we have laughed (at situations and people) and we have shared knowledge. I meet him again on Friday but if you see him before then, please buy him food (and Sprite) if you can and tell him his friend, Winston de Rose (my new name) said hi. His name is Banco de Markceed. He enjoys good company and speaks exemplary English.