That last bit got the man an incredulous look. This boy who was a mere blip on the long life of Zeus wanted to 'lighten his load'? The presumption of such a pip squeak! Zeus snorted derisively. "You're funny. Lighten my load. Getting me off drugs, food, a home and a job would hardly lighten my load. Responsibilities are what got me here so I'm staying as far from them as possible." His lack of manning up to his responsibilities had gotten him here so he was trying to avoid any situation that would require him to fail again.
Zeus turned and headed back toward Seventh Street wondering how far this strangely familiar man would follow him. Would he follow him to the flop house? Would the man be shocked by the conditions Zeus chose to live in? Did Zeus care? Not really. "Why are you even talking to me? There're a hundred bums in and around the park. Why'd you choose me?"