[Krackt420]

I guess you could call me a typical bleeding heart type. I’ll almost always toss em’ some change. I know damn well what they’re probably going to use it for, and that my charity isn’t going to get them off the streets, off the drugs and into an apartment or a new job, but I just don’t see how my refusing them a measly buck is going to change very much.

In my humble opinion, people are going to do what they’re going to do. If I don’t toss em’ a buck, someone else will eventually. If they spend that on booze and drugs instead of food or something else useful, than that’s beyond my control or concern.

I made the choice to spare some change, on the off chance that it might put some food in their belly. They do with it what they will. Barring a severe mental disability, everyone, even heavy addicts, has the ability to make choices.

I’m not so naïve that I think that many people on the streets will make the choices that might turn their lives around with a cup full of quarters, I am however, also not so naïve that I think I have any idea what life on the streets must be like…what circumstances and experiences lead up to these people sitting, shaking on street corners begging complete strangers for pocket change…the sort of life that strips you of all your dignity as a person. Homeless people have none…they don’t have time to be ashamed.

I won’t lie. Many homeless people make me uncomfortable. It’s not how they look…or even smell. I’m human. And for some reason, it’s difficult for us to look complete degradation in the face without averting our eyes in discomfort. It scares me a little, as well, that the possibility of wearing their shoes one day is never an impossibility. Life hands you a sh*tty deal sometime. I got a fairly decent one in comparison.

It’s only a buck.


Sorry…..rant over.


On a sort of related not....has anyone ever seen Mr. Whistle (my name for him). He can whistle anything. He's really good....but he gets really loud and angry if you don't give him money sometimes.