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I've decided to live on the streets.

Along with starting the Suicide Diet on Friday, the one where you eat and drink whatever the hell you want to and die happy, I've decided that the streets offer me the kind of freedom and independence that I long for now that I'm older.

I figure I can get enough sex out there if I buy enough cigarettes to trade now while I still have some money.

Food isn't hard to come by as lunch is free at several missions downtown. Food Stamps should cover the rest (recall that I'm on the Suicide Diet so Doritos and Hershey's syrup chased with twenty ounces of warm Icehouse beer contain both of the food groups: Alcohol and Food).

Sleep I can have all day if gang bangers don't set me on fire. Big Sleep if they do.

Recreation? Man, it's ALL recreation! Bums get away with the most outrageous behavior! I can basically say and do anything I want to! Won't that be fun!

Yeah, baby. Street life. Here I come.

Comments (3)

Pinks:
Street life is the absolute hardest job in the world. I'm always amazed when people choose that lifestyle and saddened for those who had no choice in becoming homeless. That's one of the reasons I stay working where I am dispite some nasty staff...nobody gives a shit about drunks & addicts, who make up a vast amount of the homeless population. Everyone thinks they're scum and, admittedly, some of them are. However, I've gotten to know this population quite personally over the 24 years working with them and my heart goes out to them. Every day at work, I try to make sure to speak a kind word to each person, try to get them to laugh or smile, and show concern for them. Even having just that small amount of contact with some can sometimes be the only kind human contact some of these people will get in a day as most people ignore them or scowl at them. I'd never be able to survive the streets, it's much harder work than almost any other job I can think of.
It's all about where you hang out. 50th and France, si... Loring Park, non.
Pinks:
LOL, Birdman knows the TC's, both the ritzy 'burbs and one of the city's fave homeless hangouts.

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