beggars can't be choosers.

hobo encounter at the vanstop:

hobo [upon seeing my crutches] «did you kick your boyfriend in the head?»

ace «yeah, and he's got a hard head.»

hobo «heh. well, you be careful in this heat.»

ace «you, too.»

hobo «um. yeah, i'm homeless.»

ace «well, you could sit on that bench there in the shade.»

hobo «i am headed to get something to eat.»

ace «you going to the mission?»

hobo «eh. maybe. i get tired of potato soup.»

ace «well, if you're HUNGRY....»

hobo «yeah, yeah...» [grins, waves, walks away]