Time for a letter

Dear homeless guy,

I know you say you are hungry, but the alcohol on your breath gives me pause. The bottle in your brown paper bag maybe should have been bought AFTER eating something because then you wouldn't be following me to my car as I ready my keys to be used defensively. I can see that you've had some hard times, and I normally would feel pity and reach for my wallet and my spare change, however, cornering me near my car hardly elicits feelings of pity. More like a defensive wall, anxiousness and I admit it, probably a little aggression. But how am I supposed to react to a disheveled, toothless man walking briskly behind me as I practically run to my car? Even if you didn't look like a homeless man, or smell like a bar, I would still be scared of an unknown man tailing me to my car. So please, if you would like some spare change, I am perfectly content with you holding your cardboard sign on the corner and I will probably buy some food and bring it back to you, or give you some spare change, or a water or whatever else I might have food-wise in my car. However, I am not content with the fact that 3 men this week have cornered me at my car, as I exited a store or WALKED INTO MY BACKYARD!!!!
I am feeling slightly less generous than usual, which is probably because of the lack of personal space afforded to me by the male population of homeless men in Denver. All I ask is that you don't accost me at my home, at the store or in a parking lot.

Sincerely,
Marissa Sanchez