Thread: We gave a homeless Girl a place to stay for the weekend

should of atleast got a beej

Originally Posted by oufinny

Admit it, you had a chub when she smiled.

No I was just very happy.. also she when her guard was down, had a beautiful soul............VERY giving

Originally Posted by OMEGAx

No I was just very happy.. also she when her guard was down, had a beautiful soul............VERY giving

Good to know she has a nice soul, curious what that is code for...

LOL!!!!!!!!! ps I heart Orbit !

Charity never failithy.

So... did u guys pull the Eiffel tower on her?

Originally Posted by meow

So... did u guys pull the Eiffel tower on her?

That is pretty much the best post I have seen on IML Forum in a good long time. You sir will get reps for that!

Originally Posted by heckler7

I know you think you did a good thing, but there are shelters for people in need, but drug addicts wont go there because they will force them to become clean. I used to volunteer at a shelter..........

Yes there are shelters out there. But not enough. And yes you are also correct that druggies, drinkers wont go there for the reason you say. The fact that you gave you time and effort at a shelter is amazing. More people should be open to helping others anyway they can.

There are many homeless people that went there of their own choosing but there are many that were driven there outside of their control. I wish there was an easy way to tell the difference between them so the help people give could go to better use and not just be "used".

took about 4 hours for me to know she was ok for the most part...........but she def had passive agressive behaviuos do to past meth use, and beng homless in LA were people would try to rape her or steal her stuff alot............. thankfully there is a good shelter in my area, they are just nazis on checkin time

she said in LA there is a way of constantly slamming people down when they show any sign of gentleness........... and that oppression is the norm and when seen everyone looks the other way........... she was def still ok looking, I am wondering if she went there to become something and perhaps got involved in things she should not have The story of Jesus being a friend to Mary Magdalen helps alot when you think about things like this........its so easy to judge females, but in a cruel world whats left?

You should of offered to toss her salad before she showered she would have probably saw the dedication you have to offer !!

props for helping out, brah. you're a sickcunt in my book, brah.

Originally Posted by dirtbiker666

You should of offered to toss her salad before she showered she would have probably saw the dedication you have to offer !!

this is horrid

The last time I let a stranger stay the night at my house, I got a text msg 9 months later that said, "we need to talk." Never again, bros.

Originally Posted by R.I.P Zyzz

props for helping out, brah. you're a sickcunt in my book, brah.

Negged.

You have a good heart bro. I don't know if I could ever do it. My mom and I used to go to the shelter on thanksgiving and help serve food. It was really nice. She has a huge heart and works with kids with special needs. I really admire her for that.

id really like do this on a case by case basis............wish I had more resources to actually help people more proactively

Before my job got so demanding I used to go for walks at night and stop and buy the homeless folks some burgers, sometimes a few beers, or vodka. Then I'd sit around and listen to their stories. One guy had stowed away on ships all over the world and had finally found Hawaii was the most hospitible place to be homeless. I met an old black guy who had stowed away on a ship also he was a vietnam vet and had army retirement money, he'd collected a bunch of records that he kept in his apartment that he only had enough room for a bed, but he rarely slept there. Usually he slept in his van or at the beach. He wanted to be an elderly rapper, that was funny.

When I was in college there was an old bag woman who wore white all the time and you'd never see dirt on her clothes, she was obviously homeless as you'd see her at all hours of the day and night. My psych professor told me he had talked to her many times before and she was loaded, several hundred thousand dollars in her bank account loaded, she checked it everyday and had the ATM statements to prove it. She had just become so miserly that her money was more important than her own comfort. She never begged, never seemed crazy. Just bags of her white laundry and ATM slips I imagine.

Then you have those ones, in the black shirt that has turned dark green, you can smell from 30 yards, crazy as fuck always screaming at no one or mumbling to themselves "the devils gonna get ya, the devils gonna get ya..."

I remember this one black dude in dreads, he was new to Waikiki. Reminded me of Basquiat. One day I was working my old job renting exotic cars and mopeds. It was our sub-station where only one of us worked and only rented mopeds. It was a dead day not one rental and I had been reading a book all day doing nothing. Then I heard singing, deep operatic emotional, I thought maybe a wedding bus blaring Pavarotti or something. It was beautiful, I don't like opera much but this voice was stirring and it was coming much too slow and much too crisp to be from a vehicles stereo. I'm thinking ok maybe a famous opera singer doing a street promo with a camera crew following and a gaggle of fans and lookers on in tow, so I'm not getting up from my seat to fall for this. I sit and wait, finally it's close enough that the mystery is just a tall fence away from revelation. And he appears, the homeless Basquiat homologue in nothing but the aforementioned iconic once black t-shirt that came to the bottom curve of his gaunt thighs, gesturing grandly and bellowing like a pro! I was spellbound that someone with such talent is living on the streets in a t-shirt. Where had his life gone so wrong? How did he end up in Hawaii. Later I heard the cops who hung out at our other rental location talking about him, the had been called because a semi-nude man had been flashing tourists at the beach and yelling at them. They said when they got on scene his dick was hanging down to his knees, he was agitated and throwing sand at people. They joked that none of them wanted to go in and arrest him cause he might club them over the head with his donkey dick... The guy could have easily been an opera star or a porn star and he was living on the streets. It kind of scares me to think all it takes is a chemical imbalance or dependence to throw your whole life in a spiral flush down....

Originally Posted by maniclion

Before my job got so demanding I used to go for walks at night and stop and buy the homeless folks some burgers, sometimes a few beers, or vodka. Then I'd sit around and listen to their stories. One guy had stowed away on ships all over the world and had finally found Hawaii was the most hospitible place to be homeless. I met an old black guy who had stowed away on a ship also he was a vietnam vet and had army retirement money, he'd collected a bunch of records that he kept in his apartment that he only had enough room for a bed, but he rarely slept there. Usually he slept in his van or at the beach. He wanted to be an elderly rapper, that was funny.

When I was in college there was an old bag woman who wore white all the time and you'd never see dirt on her clothes, she was obviously homeless as you'd see her at all hours of the day and night. My psych professor told me he had talked to her many times before and she was loaded, several hundred thousand dollars in her bank account loaded, she checked it everyday and had the ATM statements to prove it. She had just become so miserly that her money was more important than her own comfort. She never begged, never seemed crazy. Just bags of her white laundry and ATM slips I imagine.

Then you have those ones, in the black shirt that has turned dark green, you can smell from 30 yards, crazy as fuck always screaming at no one or mumbling to themselves "the devils gonna get ya, the devils gonna get ya..."

I remember this one black dude in dreads, he was new to Waikiki. Reminded me of Basquiat. One day I was working my old job renting exotic cars and mopeds. It was our sub-station where only one of us worked and only rented mopeds. It was a dead day not one rental and I had been reading a book all day doing nothing. Then I heard singing, deep operatic emotional, I thought maybe a wedding bus blaring Pavarotti or something. It was beautiful, I don't like opera much but this voice was stirring and it was coming much too slow and much too crisp to be from a vehicles stereo. I'm thinking ok maybe a famous opera singer doing a street promo with a camera crew following and a gaggle of fans and lookers on in tow, so I'm not getting up from my seat to fall for this. I sit and wait, finally it's close enough that the mystery is just a tall fence away from revelation. And he appears, the homeless Basquiat homologue in nothing but the aforementioned iconic once black t-shirt that came to the bottom curve of his gaunt thighs, gesturing grandly and bellowing like a pro! I was spellbound that someone with such talent is living on the streets in a t-shirt. Where had his life gone so wrong? How did he end up in Hawaii. Later I heard the cops who hung out at our other rental location talking about him, the had been called because a semi-nude man had been flashing tourists at the beach and yelling at them. They said when they got on scene his dick was hanging down to his knees, he was agitated and throwing sand at people. They joked that none of them wanted to go in and arrest him cause he might club them over the head with his donkey dick... The guy could have easily been an opera star or a porn star and he was living on the streets. It kind of scares me to think all it takes is a chemical imbalance or dependence to throw your whole life in a spiral flush down....

That is pretty cool. I think it would be pretty interesting to sit down with some of them and just listen to the stories they have. I am sure some of the Vets would have some crazy stories. Might be worth the money for the experience and to help someone out in a time of need. I feel bad for the Vets out there. I really do.

Wow that is very nice of you. It reminds me of the film blind side

Reminds me of Down and Out in Beverly Hills and The Fisher King