Being bipolar with anxiety and hell even a little schizophrenia never hurt anyone so that’s me in a nutshell just the normal average homeless paranoid guy living daily off the kindness of dumpsters and spare change I don’t drink or do drugs so not typical homeless...
I don’t fly signs I don’t beg but man I tell you what, I meet the most amazing people....... Even if they are not real. I really have no idea if the voices I hear are from the guy behind me; if he’s real or if there just voices telling me to do shit no sane person would do.
Not that sanity is any fun to begin with sometimes I get these crazy panic attacks in the middle of a crowd of real and unreal people and also what I assume to be demons. It's just another daily grind of being homeless and police escorted via squad car to the nearest mental ward or what I like to call prison because anywhere I can't smoke a cig or leave of my own volition sure the hell is prison.
Being crazy and homeless go hand in hand, don’t think its really matters though because being crazy means you always got friends. Even real ones too of course since the shelters are fun. Lots of interesting things happen every day, better than reality tv, kind of like watching cops mixed with one flew over the coo coos nest plus a little bit of hood gang bangers n don’t forget the illegals and everyone’s favorite towel head terrorist thrown in the mix. Not to mention always some immigrants who don’t know English unless they need money of course.
It's three square meals a day with plenty of conversations with meth whores and suicidal bimbos who will fuck you but rob you if your lucky or they may just fuck you, fall in love, then slit your throat just because the demon voices said too.
You even get a bunk if your lucky enough or maybe a chair or cot or floor whatever to sleep on. Don’t worry though you never have to pack heavy bags because the closet of donated clothes never runs out of your size.
You of course will have to sign your rights away upon entry to any shelter for the duration anywhere from two weeks to three months, you’ll always get pated down like a criminal, ohh the best part is the smells of your fellow shelter mates, lol!
The smell is something like shit from some, and gangrene fish pussy from others so be sure to buy nose plugs for your visit. All just another day in the homeless paradise, so much for human dignity. The staff will treat you worse than the outside world who already treats you as a class of subhuman.
This propagates the fact that we cant really be helped, I mean we all either drink our day away on their dime or shoot up heroin. Well that or if your like me; just another mentally impaired freak of nature.... the shelter aint so bad.
If you can overcome the loss of your humanity and learn to live in communal bliss with your fellow deviants its not really for all homeless people though. There are those of us who cant live in any sort of structured society whatsoever, well for those homeless there is always the tent city or equivalent now tent city aint got a mayor but its got lots of city cops wanting to bust heads.
Once in a while of course you keep your freedom but trade your comfort in tent city, also your more prone to being shot and stabbed for that lovely tent or even just your shoes. Now if you don’t mind speaking to meth whores all day and catching the aids in winter because you got tired of your hand and moved grandma gummy mouth in for those extra cold nights in your tent then you may fit right in .
What is probably the best survival system in tent city would be too have two friends of the same sex who are not gay share a tent and one act as guard at all times depending in your location. Its hot as shit In the summer and colder than hell in winter so make sure to know how to turn a tent into a igloo now that you have some small understanding of the homeless life.
well actually its more of a culture with heroes and villains, leaders and stalkers. Really its not so bad if you ever thought of roughing it in that third world jungle with the natives for a lit of wasted money. well if that's your idea of fun then I’ve got a cheaper destination to show you.
While on your adventure in many major city you can rough it in very real danger with the only real natives left in America.....so come on down, spend a week in tent city and have the adventure of the ages.
To be continued....
Not that sanity is any fun to begin with sometimes I get these crazy panic attacks in the middle of a crowd of real and unreal people and also what I assume to be demons. It's just another daily grind of being homeless and police escorted via squad car to the nearest mental ward or what I like to call prison because anywhere I can't smoke a cig or leave of my own volition sure the hell is prison.
Being crazy and homeless go hand in hand, don’t think its really matters though because being crazy means you always got friends. Even real ones too of course since the shelters are fun. Lots of interesting things happen every day, better than reality tv, kind of like watching cops mixed with one flew over the coo coos nest plus a little bit of hood gang bangers n don’t forget the illegals and everyone’s favorite towel head terrorist thrown in the mix. Not to mention always some immigrants who don’t know English unless they need money of course.
It's three square meals a day with plenty of conversations with meth whores and suicidal bimbos who will fuck you but rob you if your lucky or they may just fuck you, fall in love, then slit your throat just because the demon voices said too.
You even get a bunk if your lucky enough or maybe a chair or cot or floor whatever to sleep on. Don’t worry though you never have to pack heavy bags because the closet of donated clothes never runs out of your size.
You of course will have to sign your rights away upon entry to any shelter for the duration anywhere from two weeks to three months, you’ll always get pated down like a criminal, ohh the best part is the smells of your fellow shelter mates, lol!
The smell is something like shit from some, and gangrene fish pussy from others so be sure to buy nose plugs for your visit. All just another day in the homeless paradise, so much for human dignity. The staff will treat you worse than the outside world who already treats you as a class of subhuman.
This propagates the fact that we cant really be helped, I mean we all either drink our day away on their dime or shoot up heroin. Well that or if your like me; just another mentally impaired freak of nature.... the shelter aint so bad.
If you can overcome the loss of your humanity and learn to live in communal bliss with your fellow deviants its not really for all homeless people though. There are those of us who cant live in any sort of structured society whatsoever, well for those homeless there is always the tent city or equivalent now tent city aint got a mayor but its got lots of city cops wanting to bust heads.
Once in a while of course you keep your freedom but trade your comfort in tent city, also your more prone to being shot and stabbed for that lovely tent or even just your shoes. Now if you don’t mind speaking to meth whores all day and catching the aids in winter because you got tired of your hand and moved grandma gummy mouth in for those extra cold nights in your tent then you may fit right in .
What is probably the best survival system in tent city would be too have two friends of the same sex who are not gay share a tent and one act as guard at all times depending in your location. Its hot as shit In the summer and colder than hell in winter so make sure to know how to turn a tent into a igloo now that you have some small understanding of the homeless life.
well actually its more of a culture with heroes and villains, leaders and stalkers. Really its not so bad if you ever thought of roughing it in that third world jungle with the natives for a lit of wasted money. well if that's your idea of fun then I’ve got a cheaper destination to show you.
While on your adventure in many major city you can rough it in very real danger with the only real natives left in America.....so come on down, spend a week in tent city and have the adventure of the ages.
To be continued....
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