There is a guy who lives on my street, literally. He sleeps in his large truck with a shell on the back of it. My neighbours can’t stand him and they are constantly complaining about him. I’ve never had any problem with him though.
He doesn’t leave any trash around, and he’s never creepy or weird. We’ve stopped each other on the sidewalk before and talked about skateboards and other Venice things. I’ve always been nice to him and just treated him like another neighbour, and he’s always done the same for me.
Well, today it paid off even more for me. I had left my car out on the street and today is street sweeping day, and I was 5 minutes over the limit for when they start ticketing. My homeless friend came and got me to remind me and I moved my car before the parking nazis left a $55 ticket for me.
I don’t know if karma is real, but that’s real enough for me.