Little did I know that when I lost everything last year, I was doing research. At the time I thought it was just stupidity or bad luck or both. But now that the economy’s crashing, it turns out I’ve been out there gathering valuable tips for millions of new paupers.
And let me clarify, I’m talking real poverty.
My wife and I fell through many layers of poverty in a few months. First we revisited the genteel poverty known to grad students, the sort of poverty where you have scary dreams about the rent and eat a simple, wholesome diet towards the end of the month. But we fell right through that into the sort of Dickensian privation spoiled first-worlders like me never expected to experience. That’s the kind of poverty a lot of people are going to be experiencing soon—because I’m here to tell you, it can happen here and it can happen to you. And it’s remarkably unpleasant. You may be saying “Duh!” here but you’re probably not imagining the proper sort of unpleasantness. So I’ll try to lay out what to watch for, how to hunker down when it’s not just a matter of cutting back or selling your second car but having no car at all, having no money for heat or food.
All the things we learned are going to seem pretty obvious, but remember that it’s very hard to think clearly when your life has collapsed. These are what they call the old verities, the truths of life before the middle class was (briefly) in session:
Warmth. Above all you need to have a dry warm place to sleep. We had only an unheated boat, and that was not enough. We woke up to the thump of sea ice banging against the hull and realized that the old world was still very much in session. When we finally fled to stay with family, we stayed in our blankets up against their gas fireplace for weeks. You won’t even want food much after a while. You’ll want heat itself, not the chemical middle man. You are going to realize that cold is the most frightening thing in the world. In older English dialects, “to starve” meant “to freeze.” You will see why.
Car. Got one? Maybe you should sell it. Cars drain the last dollars out of you. And there’s something worse: cops can smell desperation, and they hate the poor. I didn’t use to hate cops much, except drug cops, but God, I hate them now. The real purpose of cops is to keep poor people off the roads. That’s their only real goal. On my way to an interview for a job that could have gotten us out of the gutter, a cop stopped me because my insurance was two weeks overdue—for the simple reason we didn’t have money to pay it. She gave me a $600 ticket for that, plus $120 for not having an updated address on my driver’s license. Then she called for a tow truck and told me, “So, a lesson learned here today!” as I watched my car towed away and trudged off with our terrified dog down a typical Western suburban road: four lanes of fast traffic with no sidewalks. Are you poor? The cops are your enemy now. Accept it. The car is how they’ll try to get you. Sell it if you can—which is to say, if there’s any decent public transportation—hah!—where you live.
Shame. As in, forget about it. Shame is an affectation. I don’t even need to say this, really. Once you’ve experienced actual cold and hunger, your good old Ouldivai Gorge mammal body and brain will take over, and believe me, shame won’t be a problem.
You’ll also find that most of the social stuff is easier than you’d expect. These people are in show biz in a way; they have to be, just to survive. Makes them lively. And though I suppose it all depends on where you are when you lose out, in my experience they’re not especially violent. They talk about it a lot, but so do all the white jocks I ever met, and in neither case does anything actually happen. They’re flinchy people, mainly, who spend a lot of time waiting for things. When you’re waiting, you get very frustrated but you don’t want to shake things up. So they’re tense, bitter, sociable, gossipy and treacherous—a fine cross-section of the population. After waiting around with them in line at the local food bank, sharing “how I ended up here” stories and hanging out with them around a propane heater trying to stay warm, I relaxed a lot. They’re not going to mug you. They are going to try to get any cash you have, and God did they get a huge chunk of our last resources, but it was friendly, schmooze-based extortion, just like in the middle-class world. All that was missing was the deodorant.
Food Banks. These places, usually in the basement of a church (because churches are the only public institutions in the new suburbs of western North America) hand out baskets of groceries every week or, more often, two weeks. You have to wait a long time, so learn your refugee skills. Come early, get a number first, and be nice-but-pushy. It’s a delicate operation being nice-but-pushy, but you’ll learn it. The “nice” part is because you need to ask people for help and advice; you’re not rich enough to be solitary any more. The pushy part is simple: it’s to prevent you from being ignored. So always talk to people, but never show money or mention it, if you have any.
Antidepressants. Get on them right away, if you’re not already. If you are, up your dose. Because it’s going to hurt. Doesn’t matter how much Marxist theory you’ve absorbed, doesn’t matter that you can put your fall into global context; it’s happening to YOU now, and it’s going to hurt like you wouldn’t believe. You’re an American, and you share that culture’s values whether you like it or not. So you define yourself by your job, car and house. When they go, you’re going to hate yourself. Don’t even bother arguing about it. It’s going to happen. Just take the damn Prozac. Would you refuse a coat in Siberia? Refusing Prozac after falling into poverty makes about as much sense. Tom Cruise can go fuck himself. Prozac saved our lives. I won’t go into the sordid details but really, I don’t think we’d be here now if Saint Prozac hadn’t extended a sacred hand to us.
So the second you slip beneath genteel poverty toward the street, find the nearest Free Clinic, and don’t be deterred by the smell of the crowd in the waiting room. Smell is going to be a problem for you at first but after a few weeks you won’t mind, because you smell too and so does everyone around you. If you want a break from the relentless olfactory fact of being around unwashed large mammals, sidle up to somebody who smokes. That’s the one good thing about cigarettes, and it may be why losers all smoke. Don’t smoke just for that, though. Cigarettes are insanely expensive and turn lots of poor people into cringing beggars.
How do you tell your story? That’s going to matter, because you’ll be brooding about what went wrong 24/7.whether you want to or not. And you’ll find that explaining one’s great fall is a vital skill among the fallen, as well as a deeply satisfying pastime. This raises the issue of denial, a vital and deeply misunderstood mechanism. Denial, like Kurtz said about Terror, is your friend…or it is an enemy to be feared. You need some denial to keep your ego from being crushed completely. Your ego is going to get very sick, now that you’re nobody. It’s easy to be polite and self-deprecating when you’re winning. I used to be like that. You can’t afford that when you’re being crushed. Like the Cable Guy says, it’s prison rules. You have to demand respect if you expect to get it. The alternative is to dwindle away and disappear. Those antidepressants will help you deny the facts, but don’t be shy about doing ego-exercises, boasting practice, to reawaken that playground ego that so many of us polite middleclass types allowed to atrophy. You’re going to need it.
On a practical level, the question is what to jettison. And I’m not just talking about things. If you have kids…well, God help you; I can’t give advice here, because luckily we didn’t. But we did, unfortunately, have a dog, a big clumsy puppy we got just before everything fell apart. We probably should have given her up. Growing up in an atmosphere of terror and cold and self-hatred, she turned out to be a very weird, unhappy dog. I’ve had lots of dogs before this, back when I was comfy, and they were all nice suburban dogs, Frisbee-catching pals. This one’s a feral freak. Now that we have a warm place to live it’s almost fun watching her reactions, the way she flinches and sniffs at every noise, smell or flash of color, but I know she’d have been happier getting adopted by some family that complains about what a pain it is having just four bedrooms.
Besides, if you have a dog you’re cutting down on your chances of getting a job. This one howls when she’s left alone, another legacy of her traumatic puppyhood, so one of us had to stay with her most of the time. It was like being handcuffed to the wretched unheated ex-fishing boat we were living on.
The boat was another contributor to our debacle; it was something else we should have sold off right away, even at a 90% loss. The idea behind that damn boat was that instead of paying the insanely high west-coast rents, we’d live on the boat for free. This is a very bad idea. Any idea you have of retreating to some simple, free habitation should be regarded with deep doubt. The thing is, you can’t get back to the comfortable, heated world from a place like that boat. No internet. You need the net if you’re ever going to claw your way back. You need a working shower, which that boat lacked. Otherwise you develop that look, that smell you first encountered in the Free Clinic waiting room. It’s not a good look, job-wise. Maybe if we’d gotten rid of the dog I’d have had a chance.
But you lose more than that. You change completely, more than you realize, to the point that even if you get a break you can’t grab it. After months of applying for teaching jobs without even getting answers, the perfect job opened up for me at a local college. It was half creative writing, half teaching literature and composition, all my specialties. But when the interview started I realized I was no longer someone who could talk the quiet, polite, oblique version of self-promotion demanded by academic hiring committees. I was too deeply, permanently spooked by our condition. I was just plain wrong, unhireably wrong in every way. No hot water on the boat, and I needed to shave the graying wisps of hair on my big bald head, so I’d shaved in the McDonald’s men’s room on the way to the interview, with a cheap Bic shaver. You can guess the results: it looked like a bobcat had tried to roost on my scalp, and been evicted after a violent struggle. The used sport coat we’d spent our last $20 of Visa credit on at Value Village didn’t seem to fit nearly so well, once I was inside that humming, immaculate classroom where the interview was held. And I had become a louder, more desperate, excessive person. When I tried to sound positive, it came out furious. When they asked me, as I’d known they would, why someone who’d taught at bigger universities wanted to come to this small rural campus, I said truthfully, “I’d rather teach here in the forest than at Stanford.” It didn’t come out enthusiastic, it came out strident. After months of being a bum, I was the wrong volume, the wrong temperature. I could feel the job slipping away, and in fact they hired a local guy who was friends with the director, even though my cv kicked his cv’s ass.
You’ll find that if you want to get back into that quiet, odor-free, polite world, you’re going to have to decompress for a few months. What happened to us is that we fled, found a basement apartment on borrowed money, and stayed there, keeping the heat on high for months. Then we were ready to try again for a job.
It took that long to calm down, quiet down, lose a little of the bitterness. Yes, you’re going to be very bitter. You can’t hate yourself all the time; you have to switch off now and then and blame somebody else. In fact, somebody else may damn well be to blame. Just make sure the bitterness doesn’t keep you awake. To enable yourself to sleep, take long walks. Shout curses at the world if you need to, just keep walking. And no matter what, don’t sell your sleeping bag. I had a North Face down bag, and learned to love it way, way more than I loved myself.
Sleep is an antidepressant almost as good as Prozac. And it’s free. The time to worry is when you wake up after a couple of hours screaming. That happened to me after five months, and that’s when I broke down and asked my brother for a loan. That’s where this story diverges from a real street story: I had an out. And believe me, I took it. Should have taken it sooner, in fact.
If you have an out—a relative or friend who can lend you money to find a place to live—take it now. And as soon as you get an offer—some old friend has a ski cabin nobody’s using, or a small unit behind their house—take it, as long as it’s heated.
The old world is very much alive, and has it in for you. Do anything to keep it from killing you. The only reason I haven’t endorsed crime here is that from what I saw, paupers are not in a good position to try it. Like so much else, crime is for the big people.
This article first appeared in AlterNet.
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2. Uncle B | February 6th, 2009 at 8:15 am
Layed off Chinese workers line up at train stations to go back to well kept and still family owned farms for a meager but livable survival. Not so for the affluent American victim, his capitalists ripped off the family farm years ago! His ass was reamed long before he realized what he was losing! Money does not disappear, it just changes hands - My question: Where did it go?
3. Mickii Dole | February 28th, 2009 at 9:22 am
I am a landlord/owner/manager, and I have many tenants that are perilously close to being homeless because the economy is sucking them dry. The ones closest have kids. Do I really want to kick them out because they can’t pay? No. We work with them as far as we can, until they simply can’t come up with at least part of the rent. I think that if they knew how hard it would be to be homeless (with kids), I think that they would do everything they possibly could to keep their roof over the kids heads. I see them spending money on things that simply don’t matter, just to feed that denial fueled by their ego.
In short, it frustrates me they don’t know what you have learned. It frustrates me that I have to facilitate their learning! Sometimes it sucks being a hands-on landlord!
4. tommy | March 5th, 2009 at 9:15 am
I guess my question is do the people who could benifit from reading this have access to the internet… The public library maybe…
5. Trey | March 18th, 2009 at 6:16 pm
Immediately telling people to “get on antidepressants” is a horrible piece of advice. These medications are not made for everyone and certainly are not a prerequisite to make it through poverty. I’ve been homeless an entire year and I’ve also been on antidepressants for an entire year. I was must more mentally sound when homeless. Antidepressant medications, for the most part, alter the chemical balence in the human brain in an attempt to “fix” an already present imbalance. Taking some antidepressants can lead to further and deeper depression for those not suited for the treatment. Also, medication isn’t free.
This is wholly unsound and DANGEROUS advice. Please, for the sake of anyone who may read my post here and blindly follow it, put some kind of warning or suggestion that maybe throwing pills down my throat might not be a bad idea. In fact, clearly my problem is that I’m not on antidepressants. And anyone out there who is watching me fall apart like this, take heed: you, and your children and your children’s children should all be on antidepressants like now.
So, I hope my posting helps!
6. Mudhead | March 20th, 2009 at 9:56 pm
This is the absolute gospel truth. Dolan, as always, knows what he’s talking about. And it CAN happen to YOU. Don’t doubt that for moment. In November I was a card-carrying member of the American professional middle-class, with all the privileges and comforts that suggests. Two months later I was, for all intents and purposes, homeless, washing pots and pans in a County-run crisis house, with absolutely zero money, and nowhere to go. Dolan doesn’t mention debt, but I was - am - also deeply in debt after losing my livelihood, home, and health in rapid succession. Dolan gives some sound advice in this piece on setting priorities and dealing with the situation. I’m close to turning this around, but I had to learn some of Dolan’s points the hard way. And I did have some outs, as Dolan did. God help anyone who doesn’t have such advantages, because no one else will. There’s nothing quite like sleeping in your car under the full moon to provide you with a new perspective on life. Dolan’s advice about warmth, shame, medication, et al. is to the point, as is his warning about hunkering down in some secluded spot until the crisis blows over. It likely won’t work. Shaving in a public rest room is as bad as he describes, even shaving in a gym locker room doesn’t really work. Do NOT be reluctant to reach out to friends and family, even if it feels so humiliating that you can’t stand it, even if you’d rather die. You really don’t have choice; recognize that you will be incurring a debt to them that you must repay somehow, but take whatever they can offer you. If you don’t, you’ll be standing on a corner with a cardboard sign in no time. Until it happens to you, you can’t believe how far and how fast you can fall. Unless you wish to really hit the bottom hard, you could do worse than follow Dolan’s advice. As for where you can access this advice: find an independent coffee house that provides free WiFi. Many offer this as an enticement in order to compete with Starbucks, which requires an AT&T account. This will be your port in the storm. Tip the staff as well as you can, don’t make a nuisance of yourself, be as clean as possible, but use that link to the greater world beyond. Without it, you’re in a bad, bad, way. Oh, and whatever else you do, keep your cell phone account going. Sell your blood if you have to, but keep the cell phone working. Email’s great, but when someone wants to talk with you NOW, there has to be a way for him or her to get in touch with you. Depending upon your location, a cell phone is much more important than a car, which, as Dolan indicates, simply sucks up your money in payments, insurance, gas, maintenance (I had to drop a new battery into mine, which cost $100, when I had $120 to my name), etc. Good luck. You’re going to need it.
7. jimbo bubba | June 12th, 2009 at 9:30 pm
I am not homeless and I worrying about homelessness even though at the moment I am doing fine. I am not in debt, the house is paid for and my health is good. What worries me is peak oil and the fact that many believe infinite growth on a finite planet is possible. Limits on resources, including oil production, has been reached. This, in my view and of many former oil engineers and other professionals, is causing the bad economy now. The economy will only get worse turning into a depression greater than the 30’s. At least in the 30’s a resource wall was not an issue, this time it is along with debt. I hope the worse that will happen to me is that I may have to farm my own land to feed myself. I emphasize, I do not know how well or bad for that matter I will be doing in the future. I am truly worried indeed.
8. Alan | June 14th, 2009 at 6:37 am
Several years ago I began to try living without hot showers,
or any showers. I started taking rag baths: vigorous rubbing
with a damp rag, using little water (just enough to wring out
the rag; 3-4 quarts per “bath”). It went very well. Not only
is it easy, it works much better than showers. I now get much
cleaner. I’ve found that having lots of water run over me (in
a shower) provides too much lubrication, whereas it is
primarily the *friction* that is cleansing. Further, the
friction is stimulating, amounting to a very wholesome
self-massage that promotes lymph drainage (detoxification), in
addition to being surprisingly good exercise. Between the
exercise, the lymph detox, and the deep cleansing, it feels
great. You tingle all over, and feel wonderful — really clean
and refreshed. Much better than a shower.
True, a hot shower has a certain delicious sensual quality.
But if you want that, why not go in with your neighbors and
put in a hot tub? Nothing like *soaking* in the warm water, if
you want that kind of experience. Trying to get that from a
shower is a huge waste: all the hot water (energy) just runs
down the drain. The experience of a rag-bath is much
different, and for most purposes better.
I know that hot showers are the American religion, and that
everyone (including me, formerly) thinks they are an absolute
necessity. But they’re not. I can see now that they’re just a
lazy rich-person luxury.
SEMI-HYPOCRISY ALERT: I joined the YMCA a couple years ago and
have not been able to resist the temptation to use the
showers, immediately after my workout. However: my
cool-to-luke showers run about ONE minute each — just enough
to rinse the sweat off. It is a convenience. I still use the
rag baths at home for real *cleansing*. I’ve now learned that
it is a foolish waste to try to get clean in a shower.
STATEMENT OF NON-SMUGNESS: The above notes are NOT uttered in
the arrogant/smug attitude of a well-off person, talking down
to someone of lesser means, perhaps desperately impoverished.
You know the drill: “well, why don’t you just _____” — the
blank being filled with whatever presumptuous bromides pop
into the speaker’s head, like “pick yourself up by your
bootstraps”, or “get a freaking JOB!”, or “learn to do
without”, or whatever. My suggestion of an alternative to
conventional showers is NOT given in that spirit. It is given
in the spirit of: “Here’s an idea. If it works for you, and
helps you, great. If not, then forget it.”
9. NM | July 12th, 2009 at 10:29 pm
As a licensed therapist, I must say it chagrined me to see you recommend anti-depressants. Not only is there no empirical evidence they work (the drug companies won’t tell you that) they are also very expensive and most “paupers” have little or no health insurance.
Comparing it to cigarettes is funny; depending on where you live it varies, but on average a 1 pack a day smoker pays less for their habit than a person on name brand antidepressants with no insurance does in a month.
10. Rollo Jenkins | July 18th, 2009 at 4:35 pm
Just for fun he says, “Get a job!”
11. Mark | July 19th, 2009 at 11:18 am
I have thought about the affects of being homeless for sometime.
The main things I do for…..
1) shelter
if the worst come to the worst would be to use airports big,dry and warm and open 24 hours a day and pretty safe to.
2) washing
the diffence here in the Uk the in the USA would be we have public swimming baths which are free to use for the unemployed most have hot showers
3) food
would be the least of my problem as I used to work in a high end food store and most of the food that’s running out of date gets given to homeless charities
Thats what I would think I would do just to live of cause I have no idea how I would get back on the ladder of a home,job and money.
12. Brad | August 16th, 2009 at 8:20 pm
Wow…don’t trust the police and use drugs. What solid information.
13. Frank | August 22nd, 2009 at 12:18 am
You know what’s better than being cold, hungry, and taking free anti-depressants? Getting a job in retail or fast food. You stupid proud twat. You dare talk about leaving your pride behind, but you’ve worded this as if you waited around for nothing but teaching jobs.
God forbid you sink to the depths of working class. Fuck you, and every other useless middle class leech that would rather starve than work a McJob. If people like you are the casualties of the shrinking middle class, then good riddance.
14. Hal | September 1st, 2009 at 10:44 am
Frank your an idiot!! Maybe you have not noticed, but there are no Mc jobs or any other jobs in the lowest of working class. This economy has even greatly reduced customers everywhere. People are not quiting there jobs, they are hanging on and taking on two or three jobs if they can find them.
You may not know this but if you look in the most remote places, like desert, there are thousands of empty train box cars (what do you think they’re for) and each city has been issued URBAN ASSULT VEHICLES…what do you think they’re for. Open you eyes, there are 5,000 people abandoning there cars and homes in Daubi..hopping on a plane and getting the hell out. this is EVERY DAY. Its either that or sleep in a container. This is world wide. There are tent cities everywhere and the police are chasing them out if they are within sight. WAKE UP MAN!!!
15. Stubby | September 3rd, 2009 at 12:11 am
Wow, what a steaming pile.
While there may be small tidbits of useful info in this article, most of it is whining bollocks.
Having been homeless in the states on and off for the past few years, let me educate you on the real skinny:
1: CAR - Are you crazy? If you can keep and maintain a car that you don’t have to make payments on, you’re one step out of the gutter already. Heck, if you’re lucky enough to have a van, you’re in even better shape. Try to conserve fuel, consider your car/van more your home than your mode of transport. Use it for long trips, but when you can walk, walk. Make sure you know multiple safe places to park, (WalMarts are great for 1 night at a time, any longer and they ask you to leave) and invest in visors/covering for windows for privacy at night.
2:Hygiene: If you plan to get yourself out of this mess, you gotta keep clean and healthy. If you can afford it, a gym/ymca membership is best. Full showers and sinks, plus a workout to keep yourself in shape, and get the endorphins going.
For when you cant get to the gym, or if you cant afford it, public restrooms abound. You’ll be using these often anyway. Wet a rag or two and hit the toilet stall. Try to be discreet and not use the same BR too often to avoid suspicion or banning.
3: FOOD He got this one on the money. Food banks are a great resource. Remember though to take only what you can use, and trade what you cant for what you can (Cant cook that chicken, trade it for some cans of pb.)
4: Communications - If you’re smart/lucky, you haven’t sold/lost your laptop. Even if you have, libraries are still available to you. If you do still have a lappy or a web phone, there is tons of free wifi available in cities. Seek it out, not just to find work, but to maintain normalcy in your life through social interaction with friends/loved ones.
5: Clothing - Hey, you gotta keep up appearances if you want to get out of this hole. The laundromat will be your friend. If you don’t have a vehicle, keeping more than a few things will be tough. WHY WOULD YOU DITCH YOUR CAR??? If you are limited on clothes, goodwill, Salvation Army, and other thrift will have clothes for next to nothing.
Ok, that covers the basic human needs. What’s that you say? You sold your car already? Well then you need some shelter. You have a few options.
First off this guys advice about the boat was baloney. Hey if you can get better digs, go for it. If it’s all you have though, it’s better than a cardboard box.
So here are your options if you DONT have a boat and you already sold your car:
-Friends/family Wear out your welcome if you have to with each one, or better yet, if they’re sympathetic, work out a couch surf tour. So and so has you for a week, such and such the next. Nobody has to get sick of you, and everyone contributes to getting you on your feet. (Much harder without the car you were told to ditch.)
-Boarding houses Yea, they suck. These could be straight up flop houses, sober living homes, ‘transitional living facilities’ (Aka ex con flops) and similar ilk. They are cramped, no privacy, shared room nightmares, but they are usually very cheap, and better than the street. Some will have strict curfews, and other prohibitive rules, but beggars cant be choosers… or can they?
-Squatting ‘Abandoned buildings… that’s where we live!’ Squatting has gone on for CENTURIES. In the current housing market, there is no shortage of squattable property. There are serious legal implications to squatting and you should know the facts before taking this risky venture. However, if successful, you may have a home for weeks, months, YEARS. You may even in some places be able to someday legally claim title to the property. Again do your homework before going down this road.
- Homeless shelter Man, it’s pretty bad when you’re down to this. Shelters are scary, rife with crime and cooties. In extreme weather, it’s better than the street, but not much. Avoid if possible.
- Tenting If your city has an expansive park, you may find a relatively safe place to set up camp. Again better than the street.
Ok, so none of that works for you? Street survival becomes the name of the game. Gotta warn you that taking the plunge into straight up on the street homelessness is a hole that is very hard to dig yourself out of and I recommend it to NOBODY. It is dangerous, maddening, depressing as hell, and unhealthy.
16. Stubby | September 3rd, 2009 at 12:47 am
…continued from last post.
…and unhealthy.
The first thing you need to worry about is the elements. AKA weather. If you’re down to this state of being, you have no vehicle, few if any possessions, and little to no cash.
Basically you’re at 0. Nothing to lose. If you live in a cold or wet climate, it’s time to get up and get moving. Sure you’ll miss your hometown… what? Heck, it got you in the gutter, tell that town to slag off, and head for greater comfort. Hop a rail, hitch a ride, or get a greyhound ticket and get to a warm city.
California seems obvious, and it is nice, but remember most cities there already have huge homeless populations, and cost of living for the non homeless is very high. If you plan to dig yourself out, this may not be the place to go. If you plan on changing your name to Squirrel or Scruffy or Dumpsta, there’s gold in them thar hills, but otherwise, another warm city may be better.
Even in warm cities, it can get cold at night. Shelters and other public service orgs will have free blankets. If you can get a sleeping bag, even better.
Cardboard truly is your friend. It is an insulator between you and the cold ground. NEVER sleep directly on concrete. Even in semi warm climates, cold concrete will rob you of body heat overnight. If you are ill or old, you may even die.
Visibility is another issue. You will be chased off. In front of a bank, or under stairs, someone will find you and shoo you away. Some prefer to find a secluded nook like a basement stairwell, others feel safer out in the open on a busy street. You will have to make this decision for yourself. Both have their risks.
Self defense is another very important thing when living on the street. Gangs, hooligans, and even seemingly ‘normal’ citizens will want to do you harm. A few tips:
- Know when you’re licked: If dude has a weapon and he’s trying to steal your shopping cart or something, let him have it. You can get new stuff.
- CRAZY!!!: Most people aren’t going to try to rob a hobo. Most people out for you are either trying to scare you out of their neighborhood, or are just having their jollies by kicking in your teeth.
For these folks, they are a lot less likely to attack if they think you’re stark raving mad. Scream incoherent babble. Throw things. Wave your arms around. hop up and down. If they still try to attack, RUN.
For the most part, you will be ignored by society. You have hit the skids, and nobody wants to be reminded that they could someday share your fate. For them you are a constant reminder of that, so they do their best to tune you out.
If you’re living on the street, don’t be afraid to take advantage of free shelter. No not the homeless shelter, but places like ATM Kiosks. They are usually pretty empty at night and rarely visited. You’ll get kicked out first thing in the morning, but you’ll have had a warm nights sleep indoors.
The two most important things to remember when living as a hobo on the street is
1: SURVIVE! Never mind that a security guard is going to eventually notice that you’re sleeping in that chair in the office building lobby. You have to live, and survival is the game.
2: GET OUT OF THIS SITUATION ASAP! The longer you are living on the street, the harder it will be to get out. Your health will deteriorate. Lack of steady sleep and depression over your state of being will eventually lead you to dementia. You may end up turning to drugs/booze, (By the way, John, self medicating, really? Prozac? This is your advice? Don’t do it people. Before you know it, you’ll be singing “Yellow Submarine” and throwing garbage cans at taxicabs.) you may get killed. A movie once said that eventually the survival rate for everyone becomes 0. It happens real quick on the street. Make it your daily goal to do what you can to bring you closer to stepping off the sidewalk and into a place with a roof, walls and a door that opens and closes. Your life depends on it.
Now don’t you wish you didn’t listen to John and you still had your car? Seriously do anything you can to keep yourself with any kind of roof over your head, even if it has wheels under it. Hopefully if you’re reading this, you haven’t gotten to the state where it’s too late for you. Do what you can to keep any kind of shelter, strength, and determination. Stay away from quick escapes like drugs, booze, gambling.
Stay strong and stay alive. This too shall pass.
Stubby
PS: If you liked this comment, next time you see a panhandler give them a buck and tell them it’s from Stubby.
17. PeteY | October 1st, 2009 at 10:28 pm
Obviously this story would never apply to Americans. Because America is a first world economy that has the means to look after her poor and sick, oh wait a sec!
America is the a***hole of the world now isn’t it?
Your government hates you,
your police hate you,
fellow Americans cut not of the same ilk hate you
your media have you idolise the rich and well to do as something to aspire to.
they have you believe that socialised medicine is some sort of communistic idealism
Don’t get me wrong, I love American people her rich history and her culture, but everything else…
… F*** America!
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