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I remember seeing that guy with an amputated arm EVERYWHERE in the city where I live. Like when I say everywhere, by that I mean chinatown to downtown to nowheretown! He was quite de gross-type hobo, unshaved, smelly, half naked, and rude. He keeps surprising me each time I see him. "wow that dude is still living..." with that, I sight his hat full of dollars. Who the F. don't know how to use their generosity properly? I guess I'm just some satan offspring I'll never understand that. One day, I got to witness how he used his collected dollars. As expected, exasperating. He was noisy and laughing triumphly in a retard fashion when he succeeded to open a bottle of booze with the corner of a public trash can.
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The first day, she catched my intention with the nice look and the dog. She made me think of Lisbeth. So I turned back to her and offered her the only food I had: a cereal bar. She thanked and pouched it.
2 days later, I saw her again and the dog, sitting on the same spot. I had a cereal bar again that I keep avoiding to eat (so dry..). This time I went down to the station depanneur to buy fresh juice which I gave to her along with the cereal bar. She thanked and pouched them.
I told myself next time, I will get her dog food as well. But that was the last time I saw her sitting, and also the last time I saw the dog. Next time I saw her, 2 months later, she was walking, dogless.
Whatever I did, I did not make that happen.
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If you really want to help homeless people... you give them food if they're hungry, a shelter if they are sleepy, some clothes if they're cold. You don't give them money god damnit. They don't know how to handle money, this is how they got homeless in the first place.
