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Gower and the 101 exit

[FONT=.SF UI Display][FONT=.SFUIDisplay-Semibold]Grower street exit is home to the homeless, a bit of old Hollywood as I remember it circa the seventies, drugs and transvestite hookers, people bugging for a dime, and why I keep my eyes front like it's a city where no one makes eye contact. But this is today...[/FONT]
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[FONT=.SF UI Display][FONT=.SFUIDisplay-Semibold]A morbidly obese woman with a cardboard sign, barely a woman from my longer than her view, is there and I can't look to my driver's side window all-the-way or she will ask-[/FONT][/FONT]
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[FONT=.SF UI Display][FONT=.SFUIDisplay-Semibold]She's not on meth, too fat- I will go out and say, on that which she would snap off with a great dull thud on the pavement if ever...[/FONT][/FONT]
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Give, don't give?- I never know which, am I enabling or helping? Or does it matter? At least I know she won't run off at full speed and until he was completely out of my sight, that fucker that one time that sat there squinting so pitifully, like he was a young, white, cross-legged Mahatma in front of a seven-eleven, all fucked up and mental only to jump up exclaiming "ten bucks!"and go sprinting off like he could probably easy do a mile. Went right to the dealer. Now I wished I hadn't a-given it to him. I could say some cuss-words about that, you betcha. [/FONT][/FONT]

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How would you react to a wealthy person addicted to money who invited you to their place to offer you the best of everything and wanted something from you
 
escorial;bt10867 said:
How would you react to a wealthy person addicted to money who invited you to their place to offer you the best of everything and wanted something from you
er-uh... male or female? What does she look like? I dunno, kinda makes me feel cheap. And then there's my missus to contend with. How does it fit in to our retirement schedule? What benefit? Got to weigh things, she would say...
 
This year, while coming to a stop light, a fairly new car pulled up and a woman passenger got out with cardboard sign to stand at corner. The guy in car drove away. I give to known charities. No guilt, either. I'm currently writing a poem about the real homeless.
 
What? No... People asking for stuff that I don't know , not stuff: money. I mean, who are they? I want to help, but am I? And I don't like being bamboozled. I don't do that , so I don't expect it in return. If the sign says I will probably buy beer with this I might give. Might. More honest. I'm not paying for a shot of heroin. They should do here like other places and give them a doctors perscrip. At least it will be clean.
 
Thank you tina. I think that's at least something, some kind of way.
 
Kevin,
you just can't BE charitable nowadays. Too many Jackals out there. We've got people, youths, over here who have good homes, good standards of living, who actually go out of their way to dress down. Go to charity shops and by old ragged and worn out clothes for their chosen day-job. Begging.

And then we have the " chuggers " who stand rattling a tin for one charity or another and pocket the proceeds. I say to hell with them all. Occasionally I'll see an ad that asks for donations giving a number that you can text " some word " and a number to donate whatever and I'll give but that's all. There was a time when I couldn't walk past a tin-shaker without putting my hand in my pocket, and it was always a quid, but not now. And that's a shame. They're not all thieves and rogues.
 
Just listen to your heart. Give when it feels right to give. People will always have flaws.
I just heard that the Red Cross lost millions of dollars to corruption and theft fighting disease in Africa. Should we all say, "Screw them, they're all crooks"?
If that's what we decide, what does it say about us?
 

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