Slightly different perspective of same below:
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Running across a scene like this, can't help but think of a time that I decided to try homelessness myself. I'd been wandering around Manhattan for a few days while searching for a job in the summer of 1984, basing out of hotel across the Hudson in Union City, NJ, when it entered my mind that it might be interesting to sleep on a park bench one night to experience what it felt like to be homeless in the city. During the day I walked Central Park and picked out a bench that would be suitable for the experiment. However, as nightfall approached I had a change of mind, concluding that my station in life - that of a solidly middle-class American, never having experienced hunger and in no dire straits - would in no way compare with the circumstances of a real homeless person, so would really be a sham. Besides, what if I took somebody else's bench? What if I became a victim of crime, having rendered myself vulnerable to the darker side of city life? Thus better judgment prevailed and I just went back to the hotel, getting some good rest to continue my job search the next day.
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