Will Work for Food

Going undercover as a freeway off-ramp beggar.

His sign asked for a place to shower and shave. His last meal, he said, was french-toast sticks at a Carl’s Jr. the previous morning. He also claimed it was his first hour ever panhandling, as he didn’t know what else to do. He had earned $7 so far.

6:00 p.m., exit of Target shopping center, El Camino Real, Encinitas: Corky’s sign read, “Please Help.” He said that he has been homeless for two years and is now sleeping in his car. Today, he made $15 in the past hour. Christmastime last year, he made $118 in 15 minutes.

Corky said he only panhandles to get what he needs for the next few days, and then he leaves. “I don’t want to abuse the situation. This stinks, having to do this, and I’d rather have a full-time job.” He’s smoked all his life and has lung disease but can’t afford to have it treated. He happily told me that his five-year sobriety birthday was October 19.

9:30 a.m., westbound Highway 78 at El Camino Real off-ramp, Oceanside: Jack Raymond Foster (he insisted I use his full name) has been on the streets for 15 years. He didn’t want to talk much about his panhandling. He did want to tell me about his run for the White House, as a write-in candidate.

Jack Raymond Foster is running for president as a write-in candidate.

Jack Raymond Foster is running for president as a write-in candidate.

He writes campaign-statement signs for passing motorists to read. His “Our Party International Independent” has one plank to its platform — legalizing all drugs. “We spend billions a year on illegal drugs. Imagine what it would do to our economy if drugs were legalized and cheaper? People would have much more money to spend on other things.”

I kept asking, in different ways, how much he made in a day. He finally relented with “On a slow day, $400.” I inquired if he had ever asked a social-service agency for help. He got agitated and said he doesn’t want to be part of any of those groups: he doesn’t need them.


Now it was my turn. I planned out a five-day investigation, working two hours per day, at off-ramps in North County. I let a beard grow. I made a cardboard sign.

I put on my oldest jeans and shoes (no socks), a beanie cap, scratched-up sunglasses, and a faded San Diego Padres T-shirt. My kids said I still looked too clean to be a “hobo.”

At 7:30 a.m., I arrived at the busy off-ramp of southbound 805 at Mira Mesa Boulevard. After parking at a nearby office building, I grabbed my backpack stuffed with beach towels (for the all-my-possessions look) and rubbed handfuls of dirt into my jeans.

I assumed the role. I stood with a blank look on my face. I paced up and down the off-ramp. I looked into people’s eyes and also peered off into the distance. I limped. I looked tired. Sometimes, I stared at the sky for no reason. I saw people I recognized — probably parents I’ve seen around my kids’ schools for years. They didn’t recognize me.

Cars would back up almost to the top of the off-ramp, both on a red light and a traffic-clogged green light. I had an audience of 30–40 cars per signal cycle. After 20 minutes of no contributions, I started to believe that maybe the whole basis of my story about all the money collected was crap.

Finally, however, the money started to flow. In less than two hours, I had made $27 — generally more than one dollar at a time. Three people gave me five-dollar bills. I also got two granola bars. (The money I collected was given to Brother Bennos.)

While trying to pass the time, I noted that the more expensive the car, the greater the ability of the driver to completely ignore a person standing outside their window. I also observed a driving tip for the unlucky rat-racers who exit into Sorrento Mesa each day for work: the right lane of the two-lane off-ramp to eastbound Mira Mesa Boulevard empties twice as fast as the left lane.

At the end of my two hours, I had proven, thanks to the kindness of San Diegans, that freeway panhandlers, homeless or not, can make a lot of money — tax free — with the right location and wording on a sign. It’s all about the marketing. However, the negative consequences of my limited experiences were far greater.

I felt exhausted, demeaned, degraded, and nonexistent. I even told one driver, who was sitting at a very long light, “I’m not who you think I am.” I explained what I was really doing, and he negated me with, “Sure, pal, whatever.” Another driver stopped right in front of me in a convertible. “How you doing?” I asked. No response. I asked again. Nothing but a cold, expressionless face. But he wore a really nice suit.

Several times out there, I wanted to yell, “Look at me! I’m a human being!” At the end of the day, I couldn’t wait to get home and take a shower. I was done. I couldn’t do it again. My kids wanted to see me in action, after school. I said absolutely not. I never want to have to feel that way again.

I have been one of those people who won’t let his eyes wander to the strange man out the window. I’ve become angry seeing a driver hand out money, knowing that I, being self-employed, some days don’t even make minimum wage.

I continue to believe that a homeless person can get help if needed, and that giving them money doesn’t help them at all. It’s a chosen — and sometimes lucrative — lifestyle, potentially wasted on those unable or unwilling to seek out that help.

But the homeless do deserve our compassion. After interviewing Joe from Chicago — the guy who said he hadn’t eaten in two days — I went to McDonald’s and bought him some cheeseburgers, fries, and a vanilla shake. After handing the meal to him through my window, the light changed and I drove forward. I looked in my rearview mirror to see him gobbling down a burger. ■
Ken Harrison

Comments

Interesting experiment. I don't think however, with a home, car, family, and money in the bank, that you experienced what it really is like to be out there trying to hustle the only money you will have. I don't doubt the potential for making a decent hourly average, but who could do that 8 hours a day, 5 days a week?

I think those feelings you had of being "exhausted, demeaned, degraded, and nonexistent," are what you have to be willing to trade to get that buck. You have to wonder if it is worth it at any price.

I know a woman who used to work as a prostitute. When I asked her what that was like, she said, "It steals your soul." I think these people with the cardboard signs are feeling humiliated and degraded by the experience, and understand they are losing a little bit of their soul every time they do it. Any money they raise is probably used to buy a little bit of food and some booze or drugs so they can forget how humiliated and degraded they feel.

I only feel degraded by those whom ignore me. Those whom stop and talk are often amazing people and lift my spirits. I have actually made good friends I will probably keep the rest of my life just because someone stopped and talked to me, regardless of whether they gave me any money or food or anything else.

Perhaps I am wrong, but I think some of the homeless that panhandle feel that is more dignified than being on the public dole - sort of the lost pride of days gone by of avoiding the dole at all costs.

In any event, if you have any real life experiences, how can you pass some of these folks by? I think of dear Andrew, who's usually found at El Cajon Boulevard and Fairmount, as you head south. He has Mobius Syndrome: He has Coke-bottle thick glasses and virtually no fingers on his hands - just a "thumb" and "little" finger that are really stubs. He is out there faithfully.

Pull over and have a chat with Andrew. He's a nice guy. I don't mind helping him out - and I don't care where the money goes. Sometimes these people have to jump through hoops for the dole, and I'm not going to judge them because they may choose not to do that.

So every once in a while I give Andrew a dollar or two or five. It's not much, but there for the Grace of God go I, and I may yet end up that way. These folks are flesh and blood and human and they had parents. Maybe some of them didn't have loving, caring parents and maybe some of them did. They are still PEOPLE. And Andrew is "my" people.

It's a life style not a job. I asked my friend who had been homeless for more than 20 years. He lived on the streets, he begged money to get drugs and booze to help him over come the feelings of begging and becoming non-existent. So I asked my friend what should I do, give the beggars the money or give the money to the homeless shelter? He said give to the shelter. Those guys really do need help but as long as they are squeaking by they will continue to live on the streets. Many of them have mental issues and need to get medical attention but if they can get the booze instead, that will work for them better and faster. So the next time you see a sign man, encourage him to get help at the shelter, I am not affiliated with any program or shelter, just saying.

The street is dangerous. If anybody wants something to eat, I'll feed them what they want. But digging for cash while driving is problematical.

Shelter programs provide cheap food that makes your system do not so great things (like what happens to people who eat good food every day when they eat Taco Bell). Also, shelter programs often only give you a certain period of time to get yourself stable then your back on the street. What if I cant find a job in a month(the time period allotted by many shelter programs)? Its not because I cant or am unwilling to work. its because I have over 10 misdemeanors, as well as two felony arrests(no convictions but the arrests still raise alarms for employers), I cant wear clean/new clothes daily because I cant afford them, and employers just don't want to take their chances on that.

Too bad this story didn't get more play, but then maybe it didn't deserve more play. A snip of the issue, and now the author's moving on. Too bad he wasn't drawn into its depths deep enough to germinate and become rooted into our individual and collective consciousness. There are far too many facets of this phenomenon for it to be kissed off as just another potboiler.

Will write for food.

Will write for love . . .

My name is Zeek. I am an able-bodied 21 year old male who grew up in San Diego. My adoptive parents kicked me out at 18(not right on my birthday, but during the year) because they didn't think I appreciated them enough (I think they were mistaken, but there is nothing I can do about that now). I have been homeless since they kicked me out, as its quite difficult for someone without a college education, permanent address, and without the ability to shower every day or put on clean clothes every day to get/keep a job. I have tried travelling by hitchhiking and/or freight train(best form of travel, btw) and starting fresh in new towns with the "I just moved here and im living in a hotel, and I am looking for work so I can get my life together" motif, but to no avail. The police in many cities, both large and small, are very abusive and prejudiced against the homeless. I have been beaten up by San Francisco Police, and have multiple misdemeanors in Los Angeles for things such as sitting on the sidewalk. I am actually going to court later this month for a ticket for soliciting at an off-ramp in LA. The off ramp I was at, IN HOLLYWOOD, made me about $10 every two hours, if I was lucky, even during rush hour traffic. That's better than I did on the street with a sign, averaging about $15 a day. The stories of making boohoo bucks from panhandling are mostly baloney. I have learned the best places and times to panhandle, as is indicated in this article, but the only way I can make sure that I can eat during the day, and (I have scoliosis, I don't care if you judge me) make sure I have a bowl of weed or a joint to smoke to help me fall asleep on the cold hard concrete is to panhandle ALL day, even during the off hours. And during that time, I am entirely at the mercy of the local police HOPING I wont get arrested, or get a ridiculously overpriced ticket for soliciting or some other bogus law (I have actually done jail time for "blocking pedestrian access to the sidewalk" and "sitting on the sidewalk", as well as had all of my posessions stolen by several police departments, because they know I don't have the money to fight it). In this economy especially, the working's wallets hurt, but the homeless hurt even more because we can barely make enough money to live. I wish people could get their minds past the homeless stigma they think about and actually reach out and help people. What can a shelter do for me, where I am surrounded by people addicted to drugs and who are mentally incompetent, and full of bed bugs, TB, and other diseases. I would much rather sleep outside in a good sleeping bag.

I urge people to re-evaluate their view on homelessness. I choose not to pahnhandle in San Diego except for when I am in dire need, for I hope to someday settle back here, and I do not want to potentially alienate employers, future girlfriends, or any other social setback that could occur from me becoming a recognizable face panhandling here.

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