Lived in cities most of my life, Chicago being one. Often worked the south side up there. That urban enough for ya? Now I live on the bleeding edge of town, nothing but cotton fields past our neighborhood.
Not sure how that matters, in any case I don’t want random homeless people roaming my hood. Most I’ve talked to are perfectly decent humans, but the homeless have a far higher percentage of fruitcakes and, more importantly, violent fruitcakes.
When I worked downtown I almost got in three fights with the homeless. My neighbors don’t bow up on me and follow me around when I say, “Sorry. Don’t usually carry cash.” And then there were the fights in front of our shop.
And those are only anecdotes from this city. You should walk the French Quarter. About got in three fights in a single night. And I have no idea why. One guy cornered us on a tiny side street, gave up when we confidently walked off. (Had a pistol and was scared shitless it would come to that.) Another guy chased us down the street when I gave a thumbs up to his street drumming and said, “Keep on!” I forget the last circumstance. OTOH, a homeless guy playing money for chess absolutely schooled my wife. That was fun.
Lived in cities most of my life, Chicago being one. Often worked the south side up there. That urban enough for ya? Now I live on the bleeding edge of town, nothing but cotton fields past our neighborhood.
Not sure how that matters, in any case I don’t want random homeless people roaming my hood. Most I’ve talked to are perfectly decent humans, but the homeless have a far higher percentage of fruitcakes and, more importantly, violent fruitcakes.
When I worked downtown I almost got in three fights with the homeless. My neighbors don’t bow up on me and follow me around when I say, “Sorry. Don’t usually carry cash.” And then there were the fights in front of our shop.
And those are only anecdotes from this city. You should walk the French Quarter. About got in three fights in a single night. And I have no idea why. One guy cornered us on a tiny side street, gave up when we confidently walked off. (Had a pistol and was scared shitless it would come to that.) Another guy chased us down the street when I gave a thumbs up to his street drumming and said, “Keep on!” I forget the last circumstance. OTOH, a homeless guy playing money for chess absolutely schooled my wife. That was fun.