My experience bears this truth out.
Another highly annotated story.
At 18 I found myself literally on the street. Thirty bucks in my pocket and a suitcase with my clothes.
I walked and walked, found this dive near the boardwalk (Santa Cruz, ca circa 1974).
Ithe managers were bikers ( though I did not know it at the time). I told them I had no money, but needed a place to stay, that I’d find a job, and. Pay them as soon as possible,e.
I have never forgotten their kindness.
Yes, they let me in. No money down. Gave me a television. Told me not to worry, they knew I’d make good.
Got a soft spot for bikers, that’s for sure.
Read post 61 and 75. They believe everyone is evil just because of some bad apples or their name. There are jewels everywhere.