There were many homeless people in his city. The old Italian man who looked kind and said buongiorno; the tiny Asian woman who wore heels; the man who always lay in the middle of the pavement, forcing everyone to walk around him; there was also the mob of indistinguishable homeless people, all male, looking shabby and smelling poorly.
He never gave them any money. He told himself this was good because giving them money meant conditioning them to expect money for doing nothing, thereby perpetuating the cycle. In rare moments though he saw through this self-deception.