Whats the state of mind of a person when they finally decide they need to hit the street and beg? Or have they grown up that way, knowing the streets, used to begging? Surely there are people who grew up at least able to survive, making ends meet, that had one bad break- and what then? How does it really feel to hit that point where you know you're screwed, with no place to go, no place to live? Do you really have to give up on yourself and life to decide this is it, its time to sit on the sidewalk and beg because there's not better for me?