I was homeless for a period of my life. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I was sheltered most of my life and lived pretty comfy, never hungry, never without but they treated me like I was an adult as soon as I was 13. I had a full time job in a different town every summer, in high school I worked a full time job and took college classes, I was not aloud to have sleepovers, I could not be out past 9pm...Very strict parenting. Eventually I turned 18 and I went fucking crazy and partied hard until I came across hard drugs. Long story short I found myself with no where to go, I had just been kicked out the trap house I was staying at because I called the owner of said house a little bitch until he drug me down the hall by my hair and told me to go to my room. I did not, as I was drunk. Instead I said "youre not my dad, Ill do whatever I fucking please" then I got scared and went in my room and locked the door. The next day I woke up and could not remember what I did, but knew I should probably be gone for a little bit so he could cool down. (in the end he wasnt mad, he actually respected me more for having balls enough to say something like that to him. a lot of people were terrified of this guy because of his reputation) I crawled out my window and started walking. I met a group of people at an albertson's, they were obviously homeless and I guess I was like "ah. look its my people.." or something..I walked up to them and asked to use their phone, they said yes, and I called my boyfriend to let him know what I'd done. No answer. So I asked this group of 4-5 people if they wanted to hang out. We went to the park and they shared bowls of weed with me, I shared the rest of my whiskey, and eventually some guy busted out some shard(meth) and we did it off the picnic tables. Super classy, I know. The thing is, is these people were unapproachable, like super nasty hobo's, the kind that you would avoid if you were a well off white lady walking home at night. But I got to know them, and they all had the stories and loves and beautiful things about them. It wasn't surprising, but I feel like people forget that homeless people or people that come across as this do have beautiful sparkly souls just like everybody else. Next time you are hauling somebodies hobo camp off to the dump, wrinkling your nose in disgust at the man begging for change, or anything along the lines of that. Keep in mind that not every single hobo is a piece of shit that is just lazy. Yes, A lot of them are. But not all. Just give a person a chance to prove themselves before you decide what lies within the pages of their own personal book. Sorry for the long post.