I linked this blog to my post on Painted Black about two years ago, but I believe the post bears repeating and may not have been seen by my earlier followers. I am especially humbled to say that at least one person’s mind was changed by reading this post. One of the people referred to in the beginning of this piece let me know that reading it has changed the way she looks at the homeless she sees now.
No links today, or pictures, or plugs for my upcoming book Painted Black (okay, just that one). Today I just want to share a few thoughts on the homeless as inspired by a conversation I had yesterday.
It started when someone expressed being tired of all the homeless people. Some guy had decided an empty lot next door was a great place to get drunk off his ass and shout abuse at people day after day. I’d get pretty tired of that myself. What a pain.
But it’s not the guy being homeless that is a problem. What I’d get tired of is a drunk guy who’s being a loud asshole. If he sat in the lot every day reading a book and waving at everyone who walked by, he would still be homeless but would I be complaining about him? Probably not. If my neighbor with a mortgage and…
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