Keith wants to beat his past self up for his lack of foresight.
Not that he has the energy for that today.
He'd had to beg for his last job. What was he thinking not finding a way to fix his bike in time to keep delivering? Sure, it didn't pay well, but it was easy, consistent work and all he'd had to do was have a ride available. There must have been some way for him to come up with the cash for the parts he needed, something he was missing, but no, his dumb ass didn't come up with anything fast enough and now he's back to being unemployed. Even worse than last time, he has no transportation, and no one's going to hire a minor with no car, no proof of identity, and sporting obvious injuries to boot.
The on-shift meal he'd been provided every day had helped more than he'd realized, and without that luxury, he's burned through what was left of his savings even faster than expected, especially since he never got his final paycheck. He scrimped, couponed, and carefully allotted the food he did have, but it's still come down to this.
The bike is immobile out back by the grace of his neighbor who still hasn't asked about cashing in on those IOUs but surely hasn't forgotten.
There's no money left as of his grocery run four days ago where he'd had to grit his teeth and return some of his planned purchases to the store's shelves to be able to afford the rest.
His food from then is gone.
And his stomach has been growling obnoxiously loudly for two days straight as he's wracked his brain for a realistic way to come back from what's happening.
It's a simple fact that he's going to die one day, but it won't be today, and it won't be from lack of food. He won't let it end that way.
But it's late and the ideas aren't flowing the way he'd like, so for tonight's dinner, he'll be having another serving of sleep.