To see a poor homeless man, poverty stricken, helpless, forlorn, without food or drink, to be cuddled in a few dirty blankets a small worn out dirty pillow on a hard cement ground, the park closes at 11:00 p.m. then police patrolled. Where to go? Who will let you in? Can you find just one good person in the lot who will help you? To need to go deep into the woods, a forest preserve, and sleep amongst the wolves and the coyotes, who are dripping salivating at the mouth for a meal of meat, human meat even better, to put up a real fight and to chew a human's flesh that is fatter.
How can we help him? Do you have an empty space on your floor, a pad, an empty couch, if he does not come to you can you go to him?
Offer him hygiene supplies to clean his fingers and his dirty fingernails, a hairbrush to straighten his hair on his head or a new fresh short haircut to cut off the straggles of matted hair.
Soda pop? Offer him some. Beer? Offer him a swig. The Saint Bernard dog, the largest dog of all dogs carries a small barrel of liquor under his chin on his chest for skiers down on their luck so they can drink and rest. Physically too weak to work, in poor health stealth.
The Homeless Man is Not a Werewolf Vampire, he is human and is in need. He could be motherless, fatherless, widower, orphan, stranger, a real human person, a good person to not understand how to handle money therefore he has no money. Money being the root of all evil he being too good to use it.
He could rest and sleep in a neighborhood church instead of on the hard cement ground. Open your doors churches, purple rain, the homeless man is your game.
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