Last night, at 9:55 p.m., in an act of spontaneous generosity, I gave a bum outside the liquor store five dollars in change. Twenty minutes later, I was at a gas station down the street. I was pretty stoned, and I needed a drink of water badly, so I took a large bottle of Crystal Springs to the cash with me, opening it on the way. The water was cold, and smooth, and wet. I was glad to have it. Unfortunately, I soon realised that I didn't have any money left to pay for it. Then the bum from the liquor store walked in. He needed to exchange all of his nickels, dimes, quarters, loonies and twoonies for bills. I asked if he could spare some change to pay for my drink. He did, without hesitation. I said thank you, and I shook his hand. It was rough, and raw, and very dry.