There are multiple car break ins every night in our neighborhood. Peoples mail, anything in their back yards, any garage left unlocked gets liberated. You can't get a package shipped to your house. Garbage is strewn across any natural area, as is tents and feces.

I don't know why it's gotten so bad in the last year but holy shit it's snowballing. The city changes their plan to address homelessness every six months.

I know that when you have nothing you'll take anything that helps you survive. I know that except for a few good breaks and the fact that I've dodged a few bad ones it could be me. The homeless are my enemy. They are preying on me every day. They've broken into our car, I'm sure they've stood in my back yard, tried by patio door on a day I wasn't home. They've stolen my packages. It's becoming an increasingly stressful part of city living and it doesn't make me a more compassionate person. There are times when just seeing them fills me with anger. It's hard, knowing they want to fuck me out of whatever they can and at the same time to remember that they are desperate people just trying to get a tiny bit of comfort out their miserable unfortunate existence.