Click image to get up close and personal with we see you san Diego I didn’t just wake up one random morning and say to myself “today is a good day to be a homeless drug addict.” I constantly felt bugs, strings, “things” all over me and in me. My daily routine would consist of illegal activities. Mainly theft, squatting (an unlawful occupying of an uninhabited building), drug addiction, and being homeless. People stare, make obscene rude comments, and even target us for whatever the current trend… beatings, throwing food, prostitution or just harassment. In the Riverbed there are no limits . . no boundaries . . no laws . . . and no one is coming to the rescue. No one responds to the screams. I was in active addiction for nearly twenty years before I became homeless. The truth is that my fall into homelessness was quite liberating. There is a nightmare dimension where underground cages actually exist. I have seen with my own eyes . . . cages under the ground made up of bamboo sticks. Human beings digging dwellings deep into the earth like moles. I was a bottom dwelling parasite on humanity. And I was not the only one. In my opinion, one of the most crippling character traits of any drug addict- not just the homeless ones- is the horrible sense of entitlement (the belief that one is inherently deserving of privileges or special treatment.)