As I child for whatever reason I hated eating bagged lunches and sandwiches that were wrapped in plastic. There was something that I found so repulsive about eating a warm sandwich in a plastic wrapper. It was just so gross that when I took a bite into the warm baloney or processed cheese I nearly vomited when I swallowed it. So when I would walk to school for my kindergarten class I would take my school lunch and hide it in behind a post a couple houses down from where I lived. At school I didn't have a lunch so at lunch time I would go with a very poor boy named Tommy and we would eat out of the dumpsters and believe me the food out of the garbage tasted better than the bagged lunch in the plastic wrap.
Soon the teachers caught on to what I was doing and called my parents telling them that I wasn't bringing a lunch to school and was eating out of the dumpster instead. I was busted. My parents gave me a good blasting and told me it was a sin to throw out food on the ground. I apologized and started taking my lunch to school but still didn't eat it and then threw it out. Then at lunch time me and Tommy went to the dumpsters in behind a strip mall looking for food. It was so exciting to find a half eaten apple or half a bottle of coke that you could just guzzle down.
That was forty five years ago and I have been eating out of the garbage ever since. There's something about it that just tastes better than fresh food. The one advantage is that it is much cheaper than paying for food.
Then one day when I was walking down the alley looking for a new dumpster and I saw my old friend Tommy eating some discarded fruit which was either a peach or a nectarine. He said hello and we got to talking about our lives. We were both homeless but by choice not by circumstance. We both liked to just roam the streets sleeping in shelters and on bus benches. Neither of us had ever worked a day in our lives and didn't have any identification, so officially we didn't exist. We loved the nomadic life and wouldn't give it up for anything in the world. The two of us hung out for a while and then said our goodbyes. It was good to see him again but being homeless was a personal adventure, it was not something two could do together because when you are homeless you need to rely on your instincts in order to survive.
A couple of days later I was dumpster diving and found a half eaten pepperoni pizza. I took a bite and it was delicious. A couple of slices later I saw Tommy in the dumpster but he was dead. In his hand was a bitten piece of pepperoni pizza aquired from the same box I was eating from.