Them homeless ones

There are alot of homeless people in the US, and where I am staying at too in LA. And I walk past the same guy at the corner of a street almost everyday to school and most places. They just stay there in front of the traffic light with their boxes, bags and black garbage bags. A lot of them have their hair in dreadlocks, or it was just messy to the point of tangles. i dunno.

Today, one of the homeless people who loiters around the neighbourhood tried to do something. He was carrying some trash and I was on my way to Burger King to meet my friend to go to church. I sort of forgot how to get to BK, so I went down different corners and streets and went there the long way.

I walked past a homeless man and he approached me, sticking out his hand full of trash in a jabbing motion. I just wanted to walk past quickly, but the trash he was holding was wet! and he flicked some of the liquid juice onto me. great. so I had smelling stuff on my bag. Nevermind, i have tissue. I think he was asking me for money though.

When I got to Burger King, no friend in sight. So I decided to go into BK to look for her. And there when I opened the door, was another homeless man kneeling in front of the BK cashier counter. He was begging for food. He did not get any. and i didn't know what to do. I went outside to wait instead. He went out soon after trying to argue with the staff and hung around the same corner as me. I just hoped that my friend came by soon.

There are a lot of homeless in Thailand too. and i feel pity for them. Maybe I didn't understand before. Things seem just different. Here, some of them will try to comment on you while you walk past. Some sarcastic, some are ok. Some talk to themselves a lot. But it does hit you when you know that you can get your next meal and drink and stuff as you are carrying your groceries back and walking past the homeless down the streets.

I was told that many became homeless when they got addicted to drugs or alcohol or something else and they go broke paying off their addiction. Some of them move to the city to find opportunities ( ie. work and living) but they miss it somehow, and they are stuck with no where to go.

I've seen beggers with signs saying, "Why lie? I need a beer." or along those lines.

It's sad.
If only there's a way to help them.