I used to live in the Melb CBD.....have seen all of the best and worst of them.
Its like any profession in life including govt depts, police, private enterprise etc.......some are genuine, some are not.
One beggar i got to know well, his name was Mick and he always frequented outside the VIC Market on weekends.
I saw him every weekend as I always shopped there, and it took a few to suss him out properly. Most times I would give him a few smokes from my packet and the odd $1 or $2 coin.
No skin off my back, and it made me feel good to see the smile on his face.
In the end, as I walked past every weekend, he always spotted me and always said Gday Wayne! He remembered my name.
He was always sitting on the pavement, so I used to squat down and spend time having a chat to him about why he was here, and where he wanted to go in life.
He said something that stunned me......He said Wayne, Im a Gypsy, I havent had a home for a long time. You all call me a homeless person but Im free.
I just throw everything I own into a bag, and Im good to go!
Well, what could I say too that?