While Stepping Over Bum Piss in the Parking Garage . . .

. . . it occurs to me that the social ills of this city must be self-perpetuated to some extent. I know we're supposed to call them homeless, and I do believe that there are many who deserve that less-stigmatic label. But if you drink from a paper bag during daylight hours in public spaces, and choose to piss in the stairwell of a parking structure, you're a bum. But in Portland, the bums and the homeless are all lumped together and receive the same social services, food, and shelter options, and I must say, it gets tiresome to see the residue of the bums every time I arrive near work.