When I hung out at the oceanfront, by myself, I met a guy living on 17th St., from Queens, and we'd hang out right in front, next to a parking lot where a lot of homeless people, my age (at the time 22, or so) and younger, hung out, so essentially they'd hang out with us, because they were cool stoners. They just didn't want a home, anymore, and I didn't bother to ask them what happened.