The homeless. They are everywhere. There's an odd disconnect when you see them. It's almost as if they're not all there, and because of this it creates a safe emotional distance between you and the shell of what was once a vibrant human being. You watch from the safety of your car maybe. You ponder the sorry state of mental health care in this country. You feel compassion and helplessness. You want very much to help, or offer solace, or maybe you count your blessings.

But today (as I was driving to the shrink no less) I saw a homeless man running across Santa Monica Boulevard. And as he risked life and limb to cross to the other side (for no apparent discernable reason though I'm sure he had his own) I couldn't help but notice that his white on white ensemble (manpris and a t-shirt) were completely filthy... and I am ashamed to admit that this was what came into my mind...

Homeless people really shouldn't wear white.