I used to work at the federal courthouse, which is a block from the Greyhound bus station. Apparently the Greyhound station is the hellmouth for bums and transients in Dallas. Whenever dusk approached they would ooze from countless shadowy recesses, moaning and wailing and gnashing their yellowed teeth in their search for hard working souls to consume. Some could always be found regardless what time of day it was, but dusk and evening are when they descended en masse upon those leaving work.
I was walking to lunch one day with a coworker and a guy stumbled up and demanded money. Yes, demanded. I told him to fuck off and he told me he hoped I'd lose my job. I told him he had 10 seconds before I shot him and as I reached into my jacket and he mumbled and took off.
I really don't care about homeless people. I certainly don't feel bad for having a good job and I don't feel guilty for not pitying them. In my experience they suck ass. They're rude, spiteful, and typically need to be threatened with violence to get them to leave you alone. I will leave the charity to those who feel spiritually completed by it. I don't have that hindrance, so they can all die in a fire for all I care. I will help those who choose to help themselves.