I saw a homeless person on my way to work today. Their skin was blue and they were covered in facial hair. I didn't have any spare change on me. Who does? Especially ever since credit and debit cards were invented. Seeing them lying there on the street made me feel like laughing. Part of me wished that I could control them, be their God, and ultimately do whatever with them. I mean, it's not like they could do anything to me. They have no money, practically no clothes, and no weapons to defend themself with. Hell, they're probably too drunk or have too many drugs in their veins to fight back. Technically, they deserved to be there. They have a lack of responsibility regarding money, not to mention a poor governmental infrastructure. Still, they're practically insane. No matter how good of a plan I have, I can't beat someone who doesn't have any plan. They would just scream, laugh, ignore any pain I deliver, and they wouldn't stop until they see me bleed to death on the street. Ultimately, I kept walking and prayed that I could find alternative paths.