If I woke up tomorrow morning and my job and everything I owned except the clothes on my back were gone, I still wouldn't sleep on the street that night. I'd walk to a friends house where at the very least I'd be offered a couch to sleep, because they know I'd be doing everything I can to be gone as quickly as possible, that I wouldn't bring drugs into their house, that I wouldn't harm their children, and that I wouldn't escape one night with all of their things.

So I question the character of any allegedly good person living on the streets as to why they've made so little of a good impact to the people around them that they'd be allowed to live on the streets.