Being homeless, a possibility so shocking and frightening it is so very real. All my life, I never once rested a head on pavement or went through such an ordeal. I have no idea what it must feel, but I will soon find out. A nobody, unshaven man, bum on the street, hungry, starving, cold and wandering about. The gothic robes, the serrated edge. The bottle of white lightening, it is very frightening. The wailing banshees, the howls of dogs, the tin cans rolling down the road. The blood on the pavement, the blood I shed. So take it from here, I will absorb the last privaleges of having a place of my own, a roof over my head, warmth, hot running water and a secret place to do the stuff unsaid. I will take for what I can salvage from the ruins of my life. Wandering around the Country, with that cold frost across my neck like a large knife. I will wait till death knocks on my door. I will let him in, make him a cup of coffee, and touch his bony fingers until I breathe no more. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zIPpA5BqWpE And like many homeless, I too will have a story to tell, a drama to be read. Across my face, there is a distinct paleness.Goodbye
You'll be alright, plenty of scraps fall from the table just don't get greedy with the ease of it all. Keep away from bad people as you would do normaly.
Very very interesting post. As previously suggested, it is not all like that. There is a big difference between being a bum and being homeless. I am homeless and able to do so much that many people can't do. I am therefore happily in between wherever I happen to be at any given time and usually doing it in style. However I was living in a car for a few years. Yes, it was by choice. And I will do it again.
I've been homeless all summer. Yeah, it gets cold. Love waking up with the sunshine, though. I carry around a backpack that weighs less than 30lb with everything I need in it. There's nothing like wandering around forests, towns, cities . . Learn to dumpster dive. Learn some cool tricks to make some money. read Kerouac.
