My dumb roommate one day is stuffing his old shitty clothes into a garbage bag and phone calling a local church to pick up his trash and give it to the poor. He leaves the bag outside and is smoking a cig right next to it while waiting for this priest or one of the his peons to pick it up. I say why don’t you just come inside and stare at the wall with me? He says I don’t want anyone to steal the clothes. I say, isn’t that the point?