crack is the reason people are homeless

Where there is a will, there is a way.

Take enough drugs and you lose your will.

You lose your will, you lose your way.

You lose your way and you end up on the streets.

Government can't give you the will, or the way.

Kev

At the turn of the millennium, I was volunteering at soup kitchens where I would strike conversations with many of the people.

It was amazing how many of them said they used to be well off, have a family and were destroyed by drugs and / or mental issues.

When talking to some of them in deeper detail, I learned that most of the time that story was a front. A lie basically.

BUT

They use that story so they can feel SOMETHING in the world that did them so wrong. Even if the riches were in fact pennies in a cup and their spouse and children were just voices in their head, it didn't matter. Telling the story (that never changed) made them feel part of the world that the rest of us take for granted.

Homeless people are some of the wisest people I've ever spoken with.

Gastown Cowboy is homeless but he's one of the coolest guys I've chatted with

It's definitely one thing to be young, broke or come from a bad family with little resources and support and turn to drugs that spirals out of control into addiction. In the big picture you're not supporting anyone and the biggest person you are hurting is yourself

To be relatively successful, have a family that needs your support and turn into a junkie is just pathetic and to get to the point where you lose everything before it finally hits you? Come on, feel terrible for the wife/kids in a situation like that, fucks up X amount of lives terribly versus the other scenario

drugs

Ever heard of a bus, or a bike?
Lots of people get off the streets and end up back on them due to their inability to follow a schedule. The responsibility of a job, and having to be somewhere on time just doesn't interest them. Think about a life of waking up when you want, sleeping when you want, eating when you want, smoking crack when you want. Some people have the money to get off the street and don't even want to.

Homeless people are homeless because they wanna be homeless.

Plain and simple.

Obviously these people did not find much validation or appreciation in what their lives had, so they threw it all away (not including those with mental illness).

Welcome to my world!!!


Minus the crack, only did that once in Costa Rica

what was that like?

C=Coke
C^1000
super coke rush

i think homeless in a warm place, where u have a routine to find food and shelter and a way to clean yourself would be semi ok.

this reminds me lol.. there was this show on national geographic i think called "my secret life" or something close to that.. anyways. this one millionaire who had a legit mansion kids wife etc etc, for fun would ride the rail ways in the US as a penniless hobo. guy went through garbage to find food and would be gone for weeks at a time. apparently the guy does this a couple of times a year.

When I smoked crack in Costa Rica it was at 3 AM during a thunderstorm, and I was doing the backstroke in a pool. I got what is known as a "ringer" where your ears ring and you literally feel like a god.

Time seemed to stop while in the pool, just floating on my back and enjoying the rush. The sky would light up with giant flashes of white, and the feeling in the moment was that my brain was controlling the sky. I could feel the next flash coming and it was like an orgasm of the soul when they occurred. Like I controlled the universe and everything was so awesome. Bats were swooping down and drinking from the pool, barely missing hitting me in the face but it didn't bother me that they came so close. In my mind everything was planned by me. As I tripped out more and more, I began to see myself as the face of the earth. No longer was I floating in a pool, I was the pilot of the entire planet, and I was flying us through a galactic patch of water and lightning. I began conducting the thunder to boom when I wanted it to, beings as that the world catered to me this beautiful window into my own reality, one where everything existed as a tribute to my precious ego. What I witnessed in front of me was God's Screensaver; a vista of night sky, palm trees, lightning, bats, rain, city lights accompanied by glorious songs of rain patter with thunderclap choruses!


Crack is so intense, but my experience was so wonderful. Probably not as fun when you're homeless in a piss-reeking alley rather than a tropical paradise.

I would never, ever, EVER do it again.

It's too stimulating. Why would you want reality?

i am assuming that experience took place over the course of a handful of minutes?

"Flesh is a trap... and magic sets us free."

There is a similar documentary about a rapper that goes undercover on skidrow in LA with nothing and tries to survive

it was really well done and didn't hide anything here's a link to it Skid Row | SnagFilms but just a heads up to anyone that is going to watch there is some pretty graphic stuff in it and is uncensored