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NIGHT WAS THE TOUGHEST time for the homeless. Psychopathic garbage found dark holes during the daylight hours, but slithered out once the sun went down. An uneventful night was dealing with lowlifes who thought taking someone else’s dinner was a better choice than going out to find it themselves. A full night involved a murderer, or worse, a r****t. Those who preyed on street dwellers didn’t discriminate in their choice of victim—women, men, elderly, young—it was all the same; a p***y or asshole for the taking.
Darkness also brought out a different kind of citizen. People who had homes and jobs, but released their primal urges on a community no one cared about. Bands of bored youths would beat a homeless person near to death for no reason other than to do it. It was less of a problem
