My dad told me a story when I was a kid. When he first moved to America, New York to be exact, he knew this one guy. His job was to be a begger on the street.
He wouldn't shave, and he would drive to the best streets, park his car somewhere, and walk to the intersections with a sign.
My dad told me he bought this new car, and he would tear up his clothes on purpose and stuff..
Some beggars on the street are better off than people working at mcdonalds.