damn, y'all are pretty cynical around here... my last job was working for the big state-funded mental health centers with some very sick people, needless to say, it wasn't in the best part of town. There was a homeless people tent camp in the woods adjacent to the building, and i used to go down after work and buy them beer or smoke with them when i had time. they were mostly war veterans, all were suffering from PTSD and 75% were schizophrenic. I'm pretty sure they all smoked crack when i wasn't around, but they were fucking cool. Ironically, it made me feel safe when i left at night to know that if something bad happened between me and one of my mental health clients, that all i would have to do was yell into the woods for help. One time i let them borrow my chain saw to cut some wood for their firepit, and when i returned it one of them said, "I have some clothing for you." I'm thinking, gross i don't want your stinky homeless clothing, but i thanked them and said ,"I can always use more clothes." Dude pulled out a brand new hand stitched leather ladies coat, it fit me perfectly and is a badass coat. I don't know who they stole it from lol.