I can’t give you money. I can meet you somewhere to bring you a sandwich.
There’s salami to sustain you. Mayo to fatten your boney limbs. Hot mustard to cut the tension between us. Lettuce to give you fresh hope. Yummy layers stacked thick between two chunky slabs of fresh baked bread – to give you shelter. And, it’s all wrapped up in saran to protect you from the harsh world of addiction.