The Most Tear Jerking Homeless Man Story Ever

I was walking home last night...I mean this morning...after having met with some American expats and gotten into some senseless drinking at the casinos. Beer and blackjack were not meant to mix. So I'm walking back to my hostel, wallet and brain both burnt to hell. This homeless guy walks up to me and indicates that he wants a smoke with the dirtiest hands I've ever seen. Now I must intervene and say that often when I travel I smoke, but have NO problem stopping back in the US. So I happened to have a smoke. I told him I didn't have a light but lo and behold he pulled one out of his pocket, which I thought was ironic. I decided to have on with him as well. He reached in his pocket again and pulled out some loose change for the smoke he took. Despite my losses at the casino, I didn't take it. I walked away and somehow, my morning was happier just by this small offer. Tears were just welling up at the gates, ready to be released.