L.A. Times reporter digs into the causes of homelessness and the fallout of schizophrenia. It’s a feel-good movie, evidently.
Once again we are supposed to be shocked, shocked! that Americans who cannot take care of themselves are cruelly jettisoned and required to give it a go on their own. Get going, shit-for-brains! Find a warm spot! Winter’s coming!
And once again, it is supposed to be a shock that talented, intelligent, personable people who go schizophrenic fall off the Christmas list because nobody outside of their immediate families gives a shit.
Bet me: the cello player upon whom this story is based will run through his money and once again find himself outdoors. Individual responsibility, baby!