This last evening as I left the Trader Joe’s, I went back and gave $20 from a tip I had received to a homeless man huddlng on the walkway against the building in sleeping bags.
It was fecking COLD outside with snow on the ground, and I called to see how late the men’s shelter was open, asking him to please go there so he could be warm.
But, they had closed their doors for the night – although they would have gifted him with an emergency blanket. Also, he told me that the last time he went to one, he got lice in his hair.
I finally said goodnight to him as he had the basics and seemed to have chosen the lifestyle of his care, but it was difficult to relinquish him to his rut’s advantage.
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