These parking lot lowlifes

I wouldn't necessarily call a homeless man's therapy a "luxury" but point taken.

I got turned off the whole idea of a beggar having to entertain me to get my money after seeing an fat old rich southerner holding a dollar over a little poor boys head in New Orleans telling him to "dance faster boi," and laughing like a sick pig. Just turned me off of the whole thing..

 

ah jeez, i know what you're talking about
it only happened a couple times to me because i live in a small town but i've had a couple people come up to my car when i was about to leave a place and ask for money for gas because they ran out and blah blah

 

When I worked in Dublin in a shop there was a chap who'd come in early on the bus at about 6 am go to a spot for storing newspapers oppisit our front window and take out a ratty looking blanket and take off his shoes and socks and put them where he had his blanket and go back to the bus stop sit down and beg. At about 10 am he'd come in and we'd swap his change for notes (saved us going to the bank and being charged for coins) wander off and come back at about 11 then at about 1 we'd change his coins again. then he'd fold up the blankit and put it away out of the rain and take back his shoes and hop on the bus. he was giving us about 80 euro a day! Still he was clever about it by geting up in time for the morning office rush.
I never give to beggers because it's such an industry that the really wretched often are abused for taking profit from the pros. give to chartys if you feel guilty. oh and a final point if you give to someone who you think is going to use your money to get fucked up then you should be made to watch them do it and see how much you 'helped' them as your punishment.

 

when i lived in london, i would often give beggars small change. my friends tried to stop me but really, who the fuck would sit in the snow hour after hour

who are freesing their tits off i have no problem buying them something to eat
i watched a beggar sit in and out of the wind and snow thru a window in a building overlooking him on the way home.,i buy some food, does it make me feel good, probably but at the same time i am just glad it's not me also, it's not up to me to change a persons values

 

When I was 8, a homeless person asked me for some money. I gave him five bucks, all the money i had in the world. and you know what? My parents never once lectured me, or made a big deal out of it. It was expected in my house to give to people less fortunate, even if you don't think them deserving.

 

In Denver, I watched a man park his slightly used Ford Explorer, change from normal suburbia clothes into ratty torn up rags.....he walked a half of a block, sat down and started to beg. I can understand when someone REALLY needs the help, but there are better ways to go about getting cash than begging like a stray dog.




That being said, I sometimes give my spare change....or even a couple bucks to strangers on the street. There is a difference between asking for it and begging for it.