I'm going to take a wild guess and say that none of you really know how bad the homeless situation is in California. The weather is warm with hardly any rain, the people have bottomless pockets of change, and the people pretty much invite bums into their cities. Well, Santa Monica is the worst of all those cities and I work here. I just grabbed a bite to eat on the "Promenade" which is basically 3 to 4 blocks of shops and stores. An outdoor mall if you will. There is where many of these bums make their living. And don't be fooled, these bums are the cream of the crop, and make a pretty decent living. Just the other day I saw a guy that looked like any dad looks, light blue Polo shirt, nights khaki shorts (with the pleet still in them), and a pair of nice loafers. I looked down and to my surprise, he had suran-wrap all over his luggage. He was BUM. I'm sick of it. People like HIM asking ME for money. I have thousands of dollars to pay off from college and here he is making seventeen dollars an hour, asking me for money. That's right, a recent statistic shows that the homeless vagrants in California make an average of Seventeen dollars an hour. That will explain why some of them have cell phones. What did I just say? That's right cell phones. It will make you think twice before giving the California homeless any money. Sure, we all have our favorites. The guy in graphics, his favorite is the guy that wears a new pair of Nike's everyday. Everyday he has a new pair of shoes on. Our secretary, Kris, her favorite is The Boss as we like to call her. She is a lady that has on "mom outfits" with fake gold jewelry that eats McDonald's at the same time for lunch everyday and reads the paper. During that time she has meetings with many other of the Promenade Bums and they tell her what's going on, who's new, and how much money they are pulling in. At least we think that's what they are talking about. And then there's my favorite, the black bum with the pink sweatshirt and brown dirty blanket that can be found every morning between 8:40-9:05am talking to himself in the furniture window. And he doesn't just talk, he has all out conversations with himself in the window....laughing, getting mad, getting upset, making jokes. He's the best. But anyway, I digress, no matter if your favorite is the guy who yells out the Woody Wood Pecker bird call, or the guy that says, "Even maggots gotta eat.", they all make too much money. And the latest bum craze on the promenade...pets. All the bums are starting to get dogs. How the hell are they suppose to feed them? They are begging for money to eat, but can have a dog. And I can't tell you how many times (in the beginning) when I would take leftovers from lunch and give it to a homeless man or woman and they would ask me what it was and then tell me "It's ok, I don't eat chicken." or, "I'm a vegetarian." YOU'RE A BUM! You have to eat anything. And their lines really have to improve. "Can I have some money for some marijuana?" is not going to persuade me to give you money. Nor is, "Even writers have to eat." That guy actually uses the fact that he's employed to get money. Why aren't you writing? What are you doing on the street begging for money? It gets interesting. It really does. I am now insensitive to homeless. I don't care about them. Even if they are in Chicago, they are dumb for living there. No sympathy, no nothing from me. And I beg anyone who reads this not to give anything either. THEY'RE BUMS! They deserve to eat fromunda cheese, spoiled milk, and stale bread from the dumpster behind bakeries. They deserve holes in their clothes and duct taped Converse all stars for shoes. They deserve bugs in their hair and diseases that no one cares to cure. They deserve cringes and frightened faces from people who pass by. They deserve to be outkasts, because that's what they are. They deserve jack shit, and that's what I will always give them.
-Dan