SIDENOTE #1:
When I used to work downtown district, I got to know a lot of the "homeless" folks. A very small few were actually homeless - and most had humility and manners. One guy, named Bobby, was the nicest fella you could meet. He did a lot of cash jobs for businesses, just enough to keep him afloat. He used to help out other "homeless" people until he got robbed by some of them by the Wheeler Mission. The guys and I who used to see him on a regular basis (he was a great witness - even showed up to court on case once - clean and shaven) helped him get in contact with his daughter from St. Louis. She came and got him and last I heard he was working at a hotel as a janitor.
Sidenote #2:
After I transferred to a plainclothes unit, I was on a surveillance downtown when I ran across the old guy with the "Why lie: it's for beer" sign. I gave him 5 bucks for it and camped out across the street from my BG's shady business all day. Got a lot of good intel on him that day...
When I used to work downtown district, I got to know a lot of the "homeless" folks. A very small few were actually homeless - and most had humility and manners. One guy, named Bobby, was the nicest fella you could meet. He did a lot of cash jobs for businesses, just enough to keep him afloat. He used to help out other "homeless" people until he got robbed by some of them by the Wheeler Mission. The guys and I who used to see him on a regular basis (he was a great witness - even showed up to court on case once - clean and shaven) helped him get in contact with his daughter from St. Louis. She came and got him and last I heard he was working at a hotel as a janitor.
Sidenote #2:
After I transferred to a plainclothes unit, I was on a surveillance downtown when I ran across the old guy with the "Why lie: it's for beer" sign. I gave him 5 bucks for it and camped out across the street from my BG's shady business all day. Got a lot of good intel on him that day...