I live in Downtown, San Diego, so it's a constant thing, I walk all the time. It's really irritating, feels like extortion. My mom said I have a guilty conscience. I had thing thing years ago, when i felt like every dollar I gave to the homeless would buy me karmic insurance for something really awful happening to me. Then my house got jacked, losing 10 in the process. I canceled that, then after three months or so, I started again.
If they have signs saying they are buying drugs or alcohol, I won't give them anything. The other day some bedraggled drunk crept out of a corner, holding a 40 in his waistband, said he needed 3.50 to get across town, I went to give him a dollar, he said 'That ain't gonna work for me'. So, I threw that shyt in the trash. I got a half block down, and came back and threw a 5 at him. Theres this Joe Budden song where God tells him how we was disguised as a homeless person, and Joe didn't help him. I am now taking advice from the fukking imagination of Joe Budden.