Should I give a homeless man a frozen cornish game hen?

There is this one homeless MF'er who lives in back of the Hess gas station here. I am always like, "Hey, how ya doin? Can ya dig it? How is life treatin ya?" And then he and I talk for a while and then he coughs real loud and can't catch his breath so well and he drinks some malt liquor and then everything is fine. Should I give this man a frozen cornish game hen from the grocery store so he can thaw that junk out and eat it and enjoy it? He makes fires in the nearby woods and he could probably cook that junk up and thoroughly enjoy it.