I see you at all the dinners, and you always bring your dog, like it will get you pity. You have a house and a car (a pretty nice one), and I'm assuming you get food stamps and cash assistance because you have a kid. I saw you have your hissy fit on Friday when you didn't get breakfast, but it was only for those who helped clean the church. They asked for help that you didn't give, and you were too busy at the food bank to stop and come help. If I were you, I would make my own food, but I'm not lucky enough.