Who do I call if there’s someone sleeping in the doorway of an empty house next door every night?
Old Barfy (O.B. for short) has been around, but I assumed he was couch surfing. But I just saw him drag a sleeping bag over to the porch.
I’d call the PoPo but I’m really not looking to get someone tased to death.
It’s a rental house. I can try to figure out who owns it so I can call the owner; not sure the police would do anything unless the property owner calls.
Morbidly funny note: I keep remembering back during the election that Barfy and one of his drinking buddies were bragging about voting Republican. Karma?
I feel compassion for his situation, even though I think he’s creepy. He’s still a human being.
I’ve spent some nights on the street , way back when. I was too proud to ask my family for help. O. B. probably has no family.
It didn’t last long, my stint at being homeless, maybe a week at the most. So probably doesn’t compare to his situation. And I had a car to sleep in, at least.
But I can still remember how bad it felt. How low I thought I was.
It sucks. I felt less than human. But once I got over my shame and was able to ask for help, I got back on my feet relatively quickly. Of course, I was young, healthy, white and male…
