There's a trio of homeless men that wander around my neighborhood, collecting cans and bottles and whatnot. I don't see them as much now that Walmart knocked down the old strip mall down the block to put in a new super-store. Watching them walk past my house made me feel so sad and grateful and nervous, all at the same time. Great strip!
I was so surprised at the shear numbers of these people. I actually went with my girlfriend; she had to take pictures for work, (she's employed by a homeless service in Denver) I just tagged along. Boy was it depressing! Hopefully I painted myself enough as the self-absorbed asshole that I was able to get a giggle.