In nearly every neighborhood in LA you will run into/experience homeless people, and having lived in South Central for 4 of my years here, I have interacted with many. Initially, I always gave them money. Even though my life was on a shoestring, I felt guilty for not being as poor, and gave away those golden laundry quarters. One guy even managed to get me to give him 10 dollars. 10. fucking. dollars. It took me about a year to figure out that 99%, homeless people are taking your money and feeding an addiction with it. These are now my rules: I will NEVER ignore you, homeless person (I have seen too many freakouts in reaction to this, and plus they're effing people for godssakes), but I ain't feeding your addiction. Only your stomach.
So there is always a homeless person at my freeway exit. Every now and then I have leftovers in the car, and I'll give it over if I do. It was one of these moments, and I gave food to the homeless guy, feeling all pleased with myself. I tell my boyfriend about it when I get home:
"...was it vegetarian food?"
"Yeah. It was brown rice and broccoli and onion."
"I bet he was real happy about that when he opened it."
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