The thought scares me spitless. I worked downtown and frequently encountered street people. Paranoia is a survival trait because it is freaking dangerous out there every minute. You never get warm. You have no worth, and every hand is against you, not because of who you are or what you have done, but because you are no more worthy of notice than an annoying fly.I am an intelligent old woman and I know how to be charming. I am willing to pump gas if I need to to earn a living. If I still have my husband, then he will see to it that we aren't homeless anywhere near a year. If I no longer have him, then I won't have much left to lose.Not a fun prompt. Thought-provoking, but not fun. I'll be interested to se what others come up with.