A Walk In The Park

I didn't play last night.
I worked pretty long and hard on the story that I am writing. It has 13,678 words, so far.
I didn't drink nary a drop yesterday. I decided to meditate and pray for divine providence, which writing my story kind of got me in the mood for (and, alright, Dennis wasn't at the Save-A-Lot, so I couldn't ask to borrow a couple bucks to get me started with a couple Steel Reserves)
I made it to Cathedral Park, where a group of teenagers from a church here in Mobile (I'll get the name soon) were. They yelled to me, asking if I needed one of the things that I need the most: socks. I talked to them for a while, and as it became apparent that it was a slow night for homeless people, I was the beneficiary of more and more socks. I think I got one pair for each fifteen minutes that they talked to me.
I shouldn't say that I didn't play last night; I played a little bit for them.
They gave me the socks, plus sandwiches and gloves, and prayed with me. One girl gave me the coin above, which I will use to start my tip case out on nights like this when I am flat broke, except for 13,678 words.
While they were giving me the sandwiches, someone was stealing the kielbasa and pork ribs that I had at the railroad track sleeping spot. I investigated Howard, but he maintains his innocence.
The church group gave me extra stuff to give to Howard, which I did.
I will probably play tonight. It is relatively warm. I just want a few bucks.