I lost my compassion for homeless people in three phases.
The first phase was when I saw my first batch of homeless in Hollywood, California in 1982.
I was barely 20 years old and had just driven cross-country from Texas to California—leaving college, an apartment full of furniture and a cat—to pursue my dreams of an acting career. I was amazed that most of the homeless people in Hollywood were my age and younger and they were either runaways and/or drug addicts.
In the early 80’s, Hollywood Boulevard was nothing like the Disney-esque, tourist-friendly trap it is today. ...