Free beer and a sigarillo

Amsterdam, 17-01-2007.Relaxing in the house after a short visit to the Second Mile for free soup, i can hear my doorbell ringing. I am not really surprised, i know damned well who these people are, it is that time of the month again, their social welfare money is gone for well over a week, their other financial sources are all finished so time has come to get a few free beers out of Shiva, maybe a bit of money for a joint-shit why did the crapper stop smoking pot, was so much easier to get free joint out of him. now we have to be happy to get one of his darned smelly sigarillos, would much rather have the joint-. I let them ring the bell twice before i decide to let them in, the nerves of these people, havn t seen them for several days while they had money but now their bread is gone they come over again. Anyway what are friends for~? so i let them in and give them a few free beers a sigarillo each, allow them to drink their precious beers before sending them on their way, i wonder how many times more i will open the door to them in the near future, better my money and beer goes their were it belongs namely me.