The immense, but not unbridgeable, gap between Eric and Andy reminds me of my experiences when I was homeless. The preconceptions of those who preached at the captive audiences at the Rescue Mission’s nightly religious services (that everyone there was an alcoholic crack or meth user). The preconceptions of the other homeless people (I heard there was a rumor that I was an undercover cop and I was sometimes misidentified as staff rather than a resident at shelters). The preconceptions of what homeless people need or want by naïve suburban do-gooders who think they have never met a homeless person before (most assume that somehow a travel sized handful of hygiene products will last an entire year, that once a year is all the help that’s necessary, and that homelessness only happens in big urban cities outside their county and never their own towns).
Of course there were lots of strange priorities by some of the homeless people I encountered that exasperated their situations. The guys who had very fancy smart phones with expensive plans, but could not afford to buy food. The Vet with a severe case of PTSD who would sell his CalFresh (aka SNAP or ‘food stamps’) benefits at the standard 50¢ on the dollar – then turn around and buy snacks (that are covered by CalFresh) from a vending machine! The guy who feeds feral cats and adopted one kitten as his pet (pets aren’t allowed in most homeless shelters), refuses to sign up for Covered California (aka Affordable Care Act or ObamaCare) or CalFresh, rejects almost all offers of assistance, and is just waiting for a job and housing to magically drop out of the sky! The guy who gets Social Security benefits spending almost all of it staying in a motel for a week and the rest on his daily visits to McDonalds, sleeping in an outdoor stairwell the rest of the time (over his beer belly, he’s got great pecs because he carries all of his worldly possessions in large shopping bags everywhere he goes).