After living in San Francisco for several years, you get a little jaded to homeless people, or so I thought. I took a walk yesterday afternoon, and walked past a chinese restaurant with large glass windows. A party had gotten up from the table to leave, and left an amazing amount of food behind. I saw a man, disheveled, but looking like he tried to dress neatly was staring at the food from outside; the look in his eyes was a combination of sadness and frustration. It shook me up, and I kept walking. I thought about buying the guy something to eat, turned back to find him, and he was gone.

Hopefully I’ll see him again; he seemed like one of those guys who walks around the neighborhood with nowhere to go during the day.