Back in 99 I worked with my brother for the summer. I quit my job, payed off all my bills and went bohemian.

During that time money was short. So living paycheck to paycheck was a challenge. We found every place that sold three tacos for a buck, 99 cent cheeseburgers and all the rest.

At the beginning of the summer we were hashing out how to spend the 6 or 7 bucks we had on lunch.....Well that bought us three giant cheeseburgers a giant order of fries -we stockpiled cokes and stuff to drink during the day so we were all set.

As we sat in the truck the last burger was calling my name....so I asked Mike if he was still hungry, He said, "no, but save it....."

Hokay...we headed home and as we drove thru Griffith Park he pulled over to the curb, got out of the car with the burger and a few cans of Coke.

He walked over to a guy with his dog at a picnic table, handed the burger and pop to him, said a few words to him and came back to the truck.

I told him that was really neat, thinking about this guy.


I asked him who he was.

I don't know..

You don't know?

My brother never got his name or what he was all about...but he took the time to buy extra food and stop to give it to the guy. We did that for most of that summer.

I am more apt to give a guy something to eat, than to reach into my pocket for change....

Money or food?


It's all giving.