I paid taxes, fed myself, established cultural institutions (philosophy groups in big cities that lacked them), and kept myself cleaner than most housed people… being homeless.
Thing is, you wouldn’t of known I was, cause I would hike hours even to get to the woods, and even with infrared, you wouldn’t of found me, and certainly couldn’t encircle me- I always kept three routes of evasion open, never backed myself into a corner, and exploited every visual illusion I could.
I was a injured war vet, barely able to walk. Society has gotten far more venifit from me than I’ve taken in return, and would merrily hunt your asses down and do you in quite cruelty if you tried to eliminate me. Remember that scene from Brave Heart, riding the horse in the bedroom, slamming a mace in the head? I will collect up the homeless war vets, and we will track down anyone we can find officially backing any successfully legislated law killing or jailing the homeless, and we will systematically eliminate you. If it comes push to shove, I assure you, we will dominate. Reason there are so many homeless vets is simply put, we don’t die. I turned to homelessness voluntarily to avoid socialism, left cincinatti during Obama’s depression, went to San Francisco, with nothing but a backpack full of philosophy books. I knew I could find a security job, cause the infantry despises San Francisco, so I would be in demand. It also gave me the free time to rework my fucked my leg, learn to walk with weight again. I bathed daily, often twice a day. I always tried to work, dedicated myself to study and learning. I was never angry at anyone, and saved money up. After a year, I built my leg up, had a mini library, old desk and chair in storage with a rack of clothes, could afford to wash clothes whenever, spent hours a day studying, went to multiple philosophy groups, etc. I had a good life, always went to bed after dusk, waking before dawn, walking near the golden gate bridge as the sun rise. I would spend days off on long walks, once TV can out on the first large smart phones, used that to keep me entertained. Had a military issue cold weather cortex water proof sleeping bag.
After a while, I said fuck this, (one year), got a room. Wasted $600 a month for it, had four pet crabs. Met a few girls, nothing serious. I did less and less, and bought more and more. I eventuly said fuck it at Christmas, dumped several bags of dress clothes for hobos under bridges and in candlestick park, took a flight to Hawaii. Did it again.
I honestly lead a less impressive life living indoors. I become weaker, study less, exercize less. I’m planning on moving out into a van in a few months. I’m trying to get all my possessions to fit in a area I can work out of a van, and live in it too. Even if I had $100,000 I would do this. I don’t like being routed, I want to get back into the lifestyle of back packing and bike riding, exploring the world. It is a miserable life to live indoors.