Dear Mr. Homeless Man:
I do not know how you came to be in your current situation - drugs, misfortune, the CIA, whatever - and I don't really care.
What I do know is that continually asking me for change while I'm waiting for the bus in Vancouver does not endear me towards your plight.
Frankly, your strategy of asking for a quarter, being denied, and then asking for a dime and a quarter is baffling. I'm not sure of your profession before you decided to take up the homeless "gig" - but I suspect it was as a unsuccessful hostage negotiator.
I do admire your perseverance, though, and if you put as much effort into 8 hours at a actual job vs 18 hours of begging, you just might get ahead in the world.
I understand you're "off the grid" , and "living free", so the chances of you stumbling across this piece of digital advice are very slim, but if you do, please take it to heart.
Clean up, get a job, and stop being such an annoying dick to random strangers on the street.
P.s. - I stuck a quarter in my piece of gum and put it under the bench - pretend it's buried treasure!