Most amusing, Arnie. We've yet to learn if you're homeless or just gormless.
Many years ago, the local drug and alcohol clinic was in the charge of a wonderful psychiatrist who took a rare hands on approach. If any of her customers was sleeping out, she'd allow them to stay at her extensive home on the city outskirts. If they washed, they were given one of the guest rooms; otherwise, there were mattresses and blankets in the garage. Funnily enough and in ironic comment at the law, the houseguests were on the dope and the garage squad were all alcoholics. Whatever the status, they were invited into the kitchen for dinner and a little friendly psychotherapy before bedtime. One of the country's top addiction specialists sat down nightly to dine and entertain a dozen of the city's vagabonds. As far as is known, nobody robbed her and the police were never called to deal with any dispute.
Did an awful lot of good, that lady. Also subscribed to the quaint, old fashioned notion of providing heroin addicts with heroin prescriptions. Inevitably, she draw the wrath of the opiophobes and was obliged to surrender her licence and effectively pushed out once she turned retirement age. Unlike her persecutors, she worried she might have been wrong and, of course, her motley crew of vagrants were hardly able to make representations to the GMC on her behalf. As late as 1983, an idiot social worker assured me she, not the Iranian exiles, was at the root of the recent upsurge in local addict numbers. She continued to make a difference any way she could, though, and at 94 led an anti-war march on behalf of physicians against the bomb.
Couldn't imagine the same thing happening these days, could you? Clinic doctors respond to patients losing their accommodation with supervised daily pick ups, not offers of room and board. ''We're all in it together'' but there are hostels for your type.