Just walked down to Fleisher’s - super primo butcher shop - for some bacon. Got there an hour early. Luckily, I arrived at the same time as the owner. He must have noticed my disappointment and my subsequent puppy eyes. Anyway, I think there was a clear subliminal understanding between the butcher and his client. He knew - this man needs bacon. And so he grabbed 6 slices, wrapped it up, and handed it to me. No charge. 

As I strolled back to my brother’s apartment, I felt like I was home. Even though I don’t have an address yet.