When I was purposely homeless in Los Angeles I knew the streets and where all the regular bums pan begged daily. Befriending a lady at Starbucks she
would give me the leftover food (sandwiches, donuts, fruits) Making it a mission that night I was going to give my bag of food away to the true bums
that needed it. The first guy I went up to always sat Indian style on a metal grate that pumped out heat to stay warm all night. I tried to say Hi to
him sometimes but he never spoke. I went up to him and said...
Me: Hey man I got some sandwiches, you want a tuna sandwich?
He was completely confused as to how to respond...
Bum: Th-th-th an ank you. He said always too excited to speak.
But then I realized that this man over the years and years of begging lost his ability to communicate with other people.
I walked up to the next street and waited at the light to cross. I didn't even need to look and I could feel an evil presence on my left side. My
conscience told me not to look...I did. Sitting on a bench 15 feet away was a broken old bum just sitting and staring at the wall. My conscience again
told me not to go over there but I ignored it and walked over. He was sitting with his head down not paying attention to anything. I said...
Me: Hey man I got some sandwiches and donuts here if you want any...
Bum: (slowly lifts his head up) Low, raspy voice - What did you saaay??
Me: Uhh, I got some sandwiches and donuts if you wanted any...
Bum: GET THE # OUTTA HERE!
Me: I was taken back, startled. (i honestly thought about kicking his face into the bench) I said, WOW. And walked away.
So I as walked away up the street, with murder on the mind, I saw another bum walking like a broken mechanical mocking bird towards my direction. I
could tell by his body language that he was going to ask me for money. Low and behold...boogers running down his face...he asked...
Bum: Hey you gut any bills man??
Me: Bills? Yeah I got a phone bill you can have...
Bum: Dumb look.
Me: Yeah dude, take this bag. It's full of sandwiches and donuts man, it's all yours.
Bum: Nah man can you take me to Subway?
Me: Dumb look....but this whole bag is full of food??!
I simply walked away with a new perspective on bums. (they truly don't care, and love crack, lol) I will never forget what some crazy bum lady said as
I was sitting the next day at a cafe reading...she was walking by asking everyone for money in a crazy rude way...everyone was talking about how crazy
she was...she walked ten feet past everyone...turned around and said..."Yeah, but I get PAID to be crazy..."
She knows what she is doing, it's her crazy bum choice and they don't care what anyone thinks.
edit on 9-4-2011 by Zefflin because: (no reason