As anyone who knows me can attest to, homelessness is something that I never completely rule out as a possibility.
It's not that I ever plan on being homeless, or that I glamorize it, but how many homeless people originally set out with that plan? There are obviously a number of bright, talented non-addict folks on the streets who never would have imagined themselves there- peopel who have lost their way in life- who have lost their support system through random events. When I was in college, I was fairly convinced that this could be in my future for a spell, after I left school. There was no fucking way I was going to enter into the working world in any way that I had seen in my environment. It felt like pimping out my life to in the ways that I saw around me was inconceivable- voluntary slavery in a way. Now- this is largely because I had seen nothing in the way of an imaginative, industrious freak who made a living at being just that (which I obviously have at this point in my life). My rule was that if I was going to suffer, I was going to do it on my on terms. I figured that as long as I had a sketch pad, scissors, and a hot glue gun, I could do alright for myself, and things would sort themselves out. Eventually I would climb on up and thrive. Obviously there are many more niches out in the world to make a living than I was aware of back then. My homeless contingency plan has now been pushed up to my later years, since one never knows how one will end up as the autumn years set in. In that vein, I was pleased to run across this. It makes for really good reading.
I gotta have my morbid fantasies- and homelessness tends to be one of them...
The big, fat words of eeno at October 28, 2004 12:20 PMwe won't ever let you be homeless, sweet Ian!
Leila's werdz of wizdum, deposited here on October 28, 2004 09:44 PMI would let you be homeless, but only for fun.
I'm picking tar off my knee.
It's funny how the writer just sort of assumes that if you are homeless you also have a car and can afford shirt laundry service and manicures.
I think perhaps he's just writing to himself and we get to read over his starched and creased shoulder. Ooh, my timer just went off. I have to go send healing energy to Merritt right now. Bye.
Yeah, well, you and me both have seen some time in the monastic mini-van life. Rather purifying to the soul, eh? Maybe once was enough.
Sacto Seano's werdz of wizdum, deposited here on October 30, 2004 06:33 PMYou know Sim City of course, well, why dont you devise a game where you have to survive being homeless. People can teach eachother how to hack, pack, mac and ramsack all kinds of free shit from the grid, like wireless internet.
Work a fucked-up-puppet in there, and presto! pull a rabbit outta yer hat.
ps: dear dael, i got that glob of energy you sent. I have a blackened white-head from it, but i feel alot better now.
thanks darlin'