I guess this counts
I went to school with a guy called Ray, he had it real tough as a teenager and was, well, generally, a pretty wierd guy. He kicked around with us but we all lost contact with him as his erratic behaviour increased and his schizophrenic paranoia took over.
A little while ago I came across him in the city, long dreaded hair, dirty, one shoe on, that sort of thing. We recognised each other and in a moment of lucidity i suppose, he told me how he'd been living on the streets for the last few years and had been feeding himself at mens homes.
I was a student at the time and had fuck all money, probably $38 in my wallet for the week. I gave him the whole lot and urged him to go and buy some food with it. He shuffled off looking like a complete vagrant.
Saw him on my way back through the city shit faced drunk covered in puke with a really nasty looking gash over his right eye. Looked like he'd been glassed or stabbed.
Guess I tried to help...
(technocore, Fri 10 Feb 2012, 3:40, Reply)