You guys dont know how good you got it.
This is a post on facebook today from somebody I know who lives in a pretty nice residential neighborhood in Seattle- sort of Belgrano R kind of place.
"I am tired of the crack heads and junkies in my alley, smoking, shooting up, leaving garbage and yelling. I stepped on a syringe going down to the light Rail today. (At least clean up your dangerous garbage.) A child could have picked it up. Ugh. I don't know what to do. Calling the police doesn't help anyone, or stop anything. It probably just makes a bad situation worse in ways I don't even know about. There are two out there now smoking-- I did something truly out of character-- I threw an empty milk carton at them. It's true, I did. I yelled "Go Home," but I think the alley is their home. I don't know what to do or what to think or what to feel. There is no answer or solution available. And it is heartbreaking to think of wasting your one precious life shooting up in an alley."
the epidemic of homeless, drug addicts, alcoholics, untreated mentally ill, jobless veterans, and people who cant get a job because of minor drug arrests 20 years ago, in the USA, is unbelievable these days.
I was working in downtown Phoenix a few years ago, and needed to go to a business just a few blocks south of downtown, right next to a Mission that gave out food, and came upon 500 homeless people, all waiting, with their shopping carts and bags full of belongings, for lunch. It was like a medieval city, amputees, old people, children- there is simply no comparison to the occasional sleeper on the sidewalk in Bs As.