When I moved to this little city 9 or so years ago, I looked and looked for a cool little apartment/house to hang my hat for the time I would spend here. After many realtors wasting my time with cookie-cutout houses, lauding the advantages of vinyl siding and plastic rain gutters, I said 'f**k this'...and bought a nice little 3 story building downtown.
It was perfect. Not too big, not too small. About 1500 sq. ft. a floor, and hadn't been touched since the 40's. The commercial realtor shyly informed me that the upper floor (split into about 10 tiny rooms) was once a bordello. Perfect. This will be my home.
8 months and 7 chock-full 20 yard dumpsters later, I moved in. Home Sweet Home. The neighborhood (if you can call a city block that) was quirky at best. Quiet mostly. A few homeless people panning for handouts, but once they got to know I was a part of their 'turf', most just nodded and moved on. Some were even quite friendly. My gf swore one of them watched out for her coming home at night. He slipped stream of consciousness poetry (which wasn't half bad by the way) under our door occasionally.
Then the city started to grow. Little by little, more and more charity handouts, helpers and gimmes set up residence within a few blocks of my happy home. The nodders got absorbed into the influx of new panhandlers, and the poetry stopped.
I moved out a couple of years ago so I could renovate further (long story short: New gf. Some chicks dig drywall and hot running water. Go figure.). In that time the area has become a magnet for all that is loathesome about humanity.
They go to the handout across the way and dump their half eaten plate into the street. They get clothes and blankets for free and discard them everywhere. They shit in the doorways.
I went down today to mark this weekend's dumpster area and there was a goddamn couch leaned up against my back entrance. Clothes and shit everywhere. I've had the cops yank them away, filed a no trespassing paper with the city...and now I'm fed up.
I'm sick of these ungrateful human cockroaches. My patience has worn. My sympathy is gone. My empathy is non-existent.
The Homeless Must Go.