I couldn't figure out which municipal building to go into to pay the parking ticket that caused my mom's license to be suspended. So, I sat down on a bench outside of the Middlesex County Administrative Building and flipped through my planner looking for the notice. This homeless guy walked over and sat down next to me, asking for change. I had none. Asked for a light. I had none. Asked for friendship. Could I give him that? Sure... Could I tell him about the love Jesus had for him?
"Well, if you know he loves you, that's all that matter, isn't it? Gotta go."
His reply: "You young people don't know nothing."
Also, there's a new journal entry. Another long one.