I got to run the front station at the Soup Kitchen this morning, for the first time, and I enjoyed the hell out of it.

As folks walk in, they have two options. If they're eating inside they just walk by me, seat themselves at a table and get served there.

The other option is to be greeted by me, at which point I've got coffee to go for them in a Styrofoam cup, water, and a bag with a breakfast sandwich and a banana. Extra sugars and creamers are a common request.

I'm also the point person for supply requests. It's rainy out there and I handed out socks and blankets to many. Saying good morning and making eye contact, giving them warmth and sustenance, is very rewarding. I think I've landed this job for Mondays to come.

Maybe I really am a fucked up old asshole who has burned every bridge, maybe that's why these people feel so real and honest to me...