No.
They wrap themselves in layers of stinking clothes, suffer from multiple skin conditions, have parasites and get intoxicated so that they don't have to feel the cold or anything in general.
What they do know is which parts of the city are dangerous, where to get drugs and where there is shelter that isn't on the radar of the police or hostiles.
I was having stand-up breakfast at a train station's open counter bar when this junkie came up and asked for money to passerbys, then he crouched over and picked up this finger-food sized pig-in-a-blanket lying next to someone's feet, blew on it and ate it with gusto. I was equally disgusted and Impressed.
They get free gear from commies and then shit/od in it and die, so no.
I do pick through their abandoned camps after they die when I'm out fishing though, I've found some good stuff
Best was a WagnerWare skillet some commie homosexual stole out of grandma's kitchen, and then was left in the woods to rust. Cleaned her up, nursed her back to health, cooked pancakes in her for the family last weekend.
Other than that, mostly just small stuff, like tent components. I had a cracked pole, found a perfect replacement. Lots of fishing lures, cheap mess kit pieces, it's free real estate
I grew up by a railroad track between two big feed mills. Probably only 6 miles or so between them. Qhen they was a long enough train we could hop onto one of the last cars. The train only went 5mp the whole time between those stops but we felt like 1930s hobos doing it. Wish I could go back to those times bros.
The homeless of today are not even the homeless of 10 years ago. They aren't whimsical or mentally difficult people who are simply living outside of society, they are now on incredibly ruinous drugs and are essentially not even existing in the same reality as you. They can hardly string together sentences let alone innovate on thier camping setup.
>They aren't whimsical or mentally difficult people who are simply living outside of society
I miss these hobos. I once sat down and had a couple beers with an old guy who had hitchhiked all over north America just playing banjo and hanging out.
There was a nice hobo that lived in my parakade ramp. His name was whiskey. He was a cool dude, he would recite poetry to me essentially as a form of unrequested payment when I brought him a bite to eat. He had a good soul.
I love when they have a good hobo name like that. I met a guy called Scooter who lived under some concrete steps behind a Mexican restaurant in Calgary.
I live on the same block as the busiest shelter in my city. Of the people who are permantently on the street and seem to be committed to being homeless, only a couple of them can actually speak cooherently and only one of them seemed to know anything about actually surviving on anything more than luck and goodwill, and even that guy was a fricked up alcoholic so who knows. the rest are literally doomed with heroin and whatever else is on the streets these days. It's crazy how my contempt for the homeless has grown now that I live in a place where I see and hear them every day. I mean the perma-homeless, I have nothing against folks who fricked up and were homeless for a few months.
I know the feeling. I used to live on the 30th floor of a building and from my balcony I could see a busy downtown shelter and a cheap liquor store. You could literally watch the bums leave in the morning and go line up at the liquor store before it opened. Throughout the day they'd disperse to beg for smokes and money then make their way back to the shelter in the evening.
It was a shitty neighborhood and I had some bad run ins around there.
yes but you have to find the non-crazy ones. they will have good tips for keeping warm and avoiding infections.
I was half-homeless once, live din a derelict building, just getting out of the wind makes such a huge difference, clean clothes insulate better too.
local homeless people have very little in common with actual hobos. the litmus test i go by is if someone has more possessions than they can carry on their back, they're usually pretty poor company. if you see a guy eating a sandwich sitting on a curb next to a well used pack wearing ripped and stained clothes, that's the kind of person to go to with your questions. 99% of homeless people are stagnant social outcasts or drug users who don't have much to offer in the way of advice.
Reminds me of this old black guy I met down by the railroad tracks when I was in high school. >could be anywhere from 45-70 years old >wore one of those old black guy hats (you know the one) >sounded like grandad from The Boondocks >old mechanic shirt with the name tag ripped off >patched more times than it should be
Told me to always carry a Bic pen because you never know when you might need it to stab a guy. If the cops ask, it's "just a pen." "You can also write with it."
Don't bother with the downtown crackheads - find a real vagrant. Gave a pack of cigarettes to one at the freight yard and he took an adventure I won't soon forget
I live on the same block as the busiest shelter in my city. Of the people who are permantently on the street and seem to be committed to being homeless, only a couple of them can actually speak cooherently and only one of them seemed to know anything about actually surviving on anything more than luck and goodwill, and even that guy was a fricked up alcoholic so who knows. the rest are literally doomed with heroin and whatever else is on the streets these days. It's crazy how my contempt for the homeless has grown now that I live in a place where I see and hear them every day. I mean the perma-homeless, I have nothing against folks who fricked up and were homeless for a few months.
where i live people are trying to get them housed and most of the homeless people dont even want that. most seem happy to just get fricked up everyday and steal shit. there comes a point where i just dont feel anything for them and want them all to go away.
you can't live off the land, you need a tribe to feed you
Dumpsters have more food than the wilds
people will just hand you cash if you ask. lots of it.
you're gonna lose weight. We're all skinny
You're gonna miss snacks, internets, games, smokes. Mostly snacks though
It's boring out here
There is no trust without locks
Don't drink the water
Wear layers
Stay dry or get dry
blankets, collect them
travel. The weather is always good somewhere
drugs and booze because you will be bored
hard to get a job without somewhere to shave and wash
even harder to sleep when your nutsack is rotting because you can't wash
wash your nutsack
your butthole too
know where to poop
you're gonna meet cops. Learn to be respectful, obedient and quiet
or go to jail and trade everything you own for 3 hots and a cot
other people are weird
you can't survive without other people
you might not survive even with other people
wash your socks whenever you can
duct tape fixes boots for a while
camp fires are a rare luxury
cooking fires too
you're going to have a lot of time on your hands, go ahead and walk somewhere
restaurants will feed you to get you to leave
just ask to wash dishes for food. They don't want you there so they'll give you food to frick off
smoking butts out of the ashtray will give you herpes
so will kissing homeless chicks
don't talk to homeless people, they're fricking insane.
a walmart pup tent is worth the $30
get a car, it's much better
or a camper
lightning PROBABLY won't hit you
good luck. Homeless people don't camp so much as we exist in nature and hate it.
I pulled five years as a bum. What you say is about right on the money. Recommended that anybody interested in real survival start at the local shelter or mission. They weed out the dope heads and drunks. Go to sandwich lines. Most of those guys are on top of shit so they get the best food. Food is not an issue. Most of us doing the "chase-a-plate" circuit have food to spare. Look for guys with watches. They have to be punctual to the sandwich lines. Some good ones go like a zipper and there is nothing left after a couple of minutes. Got to be competent to make it. BTW don't steal and don't break the law. Karma will bite your ass.
There are some interesting dudes out there. Plenty with college degrees. Plenty of former millionaires. Everyman has his story. Loved it.
Covid put me inside. FEMA civilized me. Now me and most of my friends are just normal Joe's. Homefree is a great life.
>Plenty with college degrees. Plenty of former millionaires
this interests me because I've been homeless for years and I've been a multimillionaire for decades. I have a college degree.
the connections seem clear. Both don't fear risk. Both ignore societal training and mores. Both know you can't dream something into existence- if you want something you have to make it happen and nobody else is going to do it for you.
"Stand on a street corner"
and "Reek of piss" don't really seem that helpful...
the actual lessons are:
you can't survive on your own
surviving is work
at subsistence levels your needs are simple and you always need to keep them in mind.
be prepared.
warmth>water>food>sex>entertainment
Everybody gets beaten down at some time. No way to escape it. Some because of their own fault. Some because of falling for dependencies like drugs or alcohol. Especially with dope. So many people take dope to add an edge to get ahead. Finally the dope takes over and the frick themselves saying that they will catch up tomorrow. Tomorrow gets further and further away. Other dope heads are just useless from birth and never get a start.
Biggest thing is that when you start to give up, you simply become stubborn and say progress is not worth your time. Not everybody is a dope head. I wish I had been one. Maybe it would of made me desperate enough to fight harder and be ruthless. Next time, I will give no quarter.
Biggest thing I enjoyed was having no bills, bill collectors, sanctimonious friends and customers. No having to kiss a frickers ass so he will make a purchase. No having to balance my prices with morality or the necessity of paying a bill. No having to be in the lead. THE SIMPLICITY OF JUST BEING A NORMAL GUY. A NUMBER.
It's a big business these days. Only way to afford all them drugs.
No.
They wrap themselves in layers of stinking clothes, suffer from multiple skin conditions, have parasites and get intoxicated so that they don't have to feel the cold or anything in general.
What they do know is which parts of the city are dangerous, where to get drugs and where there is shelter that isn't on the radar of the police or hostiles.
What amazes me is how so many of them seem to reach old age, it's fricking unbelievable
They’re not old, they just look terrible.
they can teach you how it feels to get stabbed with a hobo knife
SITTING ON A PARK BENCH
EYEING LITTLE GIRLS WITH BAD INTENT
Aaahhhhkkwwwaaluuunnnggg
Y'know, I've always heard those lyrics as "...with satin panties."
I was having stand-up breakfast at a train station's open counter bar when this junkie came up and asked for money to passerbys, then he crouched over and picked up this finger-food sized pig-in-a-blanket lying next to someone's feet, blew on it and ate it with gusto. I was equally disgusted and Impressed.
They get free gear from commies and then shit/od in it and die, so no.
I do pick through their abandoned camps after they die when I'm out fishing though, I've found some good stuff
What have you found?
Best was a WagnerWare skillet some commie homosexual stole out of grandma's kitchen, and then was left in the woods to rust. Cleaned her up, nursed her back to health, cooked pancakes in her for the family last weekend.
Other than that, mostly just small stuff, like tent components. I had a cracked pole, found a perfect replacement. Lots of fishing lures, cheap mess kit pieces, it's free real estate
Oh, and used needles; lotsa used needles
you can make a very nice chandelier with those
I grew up by a railroad track between two big feed mills. Probably only 6 miles or so between them. Qhen they was a long enough train we could hop onto one of the last cars. The train only went 5mp the whole time between those stops but we felt like 1930s hobos doing it. Wish I could go back to those times bros.
Homeless person distracting traffic in L.A.
The homeless of today are not even the homeless of 10 years ago. They aren't whimsical or mentally difficult people who are simply living outside of society, they are now on incredibly ruinous drugs and are essentially not even existing in the same reality as you. They can hardly string together sentences let alone innovate on thier camping setup.
>They aren't whimsical or mentally difficult people who are simply living outside of society
I miss these hobos. I once sat down and had a couple beers with an old guy who had hitchhiked all over north America just playing banjo and hanging out.
There was a nice hobo that lived in my parakade ramp. His name was whiskey. He was a cool dude, he would recite poetry to me essentially as a form of unrequested payment when I brought him a bite to eat. He had a good soul.
I love when they have a good hobo name like that. I met a guy called Scooter who lived under some concrete steps behind a Mexican restaurant in Calgary.
Whoa. I met whiskey in Edmonton. Sounds like Alberta had some top tier hobos up until recently.
Remnants of the wild west I hope.
I know the feeling. I used to live on the 30th floor of a building and from my balcony I could see a busy downtown shelter and a cheap liquor store. You could literally watch the bums leave in the morning and go line up at the liquor store before it opened. Throughout the day they'd disperse to beg for smokes and money then make their way back to the shelter in the evening.
It was a shitty neighborhood and I had some bad run ins around there.
>They aren't whimsical or mentally difficult people who are simply living outside of society
these people just kill themselves now don't they
This is of course not even close to being true.
Seems to be.
yes but you have to find the non-crazy ones. they will have good tips for keeping warm and avoiding infections.
I was half-homeless once, live din a derelict building, just getting out of the wind makes such a huge difference, clean clothes insulate better too.
local homeless people have very little in common with actual hobos. the litmus test i go by is if someone has more possessions than they can carry on their back, they're usually pretty poor company. if you see a guy eating a sandwich sitting on a curb next to a well used pack wearing ripped and stained clothes, that's the kind of person to go to with your questions. 99% of homeless people are stagnant social outcasts or drug users who don't have much to offer in the way of advice.
Reminds me of this old black guy I met down by the railroad tracks when I was in high school.
>could be anywhere from 45-70 years old
>wore one of those old black guy hats (you know the one)
>sounded like grandad from The Boondocks
>old mechanic shirt with the name tag ripped off
>patched more times than it should be
Told me to always carry a Bic pen because you never know when you might need it to stab a guy. If the cops ask, it's "just a pen." "You can also write with it."
Old black dudes have the best life advice.
>wore one of those old black guy hats
I'm guessing you're either talking about a flat cap, or a straw fedora
He's talking about Kangols.
Don't bother with the downtown crackheads - find a real vagrant. Gave a pack of cigarettes to one at the freight yard and he took an adventure I won't soon forget
Yup.
>https://www.logodesignlove.com/hobo-signs-and-symbols
I live on the same block as the busiest shelter in my city. Of the people who are permantently on the street and seem to be committed to being homeless, only a couple of them can actually speak cooherently and only one of them seemed to know anything about actually surviving on anything more than luck and goodwill, and even that guy was a fricked up alcoholic so who knows. the rest are literally doomed with heroin and whatever else is on the streets these days. It's crazy how my contempt for the homeless has grown now that I live in a place where I see and hear them every day. I mean the perma-homeless, I have nothing against folks who fricked up and were homeless for a few months.
where i live people are trying to get them housed and most of the homeless people dont even want that. most seem happy to just get fricked up everyday and steal shit. there comes a point where i just dont feel anything for them and want them all to go away.
you can't live off the land, you need a tribe to feed you
Dumpsters have more food than the wilds
people will just hand you cash if you ask. lots of it.
you're gonna lose weight. We're all skinny
You're gonna miss snacks, internets, games, smokes. Mostly snacks though
It's boring out here
There is no trust without locks
Don't drink the water
Wear layers
Stay dry or get dry
blankets, collect them
travel. The weather is always good somewhere
drugs and booze because you will be bored
hard to get a job without somewhere to shave and wash
even harder to sleep when your nutsack is rotting because you can't wash
wash your nutsack
your butthole too
know where to poop
you're gonna meet cops. Learn to be respectful, obedient and quiet
or go to jail and trade everything you own for 3 hots and a cot
other people are weird
you can't survive without other people
you might not survive even with other people
wash your socks whenever you can
duct tape fixes boots for a while
camp fires are a rare luxury
cooking fires too
you're going to have a lot of time on your hands, go ahead and walk somewhere
restaurants will feed you to get you to leave
just ask to wash dishes for food. They don't want you there so they'll give you food to frick off
smoking butts out of the ashtray will give you herpes
so will kissing homeless chicks
don't talk to homeless people, they're fricking insane.
a walmart pup tent is worth the $30
get a car, it's much better
or a camper
lightning PROBABLY won't hit you
good luck. Homeless people don't camp so much as we exist in nature and hate it.
I pulled five years as a bum. What you say is about right on the money. Recommended that anybody interested in real survival start at the local shelter or mission. They weed out the dope heads and drunks. Go to sandwich lines. Most of those guys are on top of shit so they get the best food. Food is not an issue. Most of us doing the "chase-a-plate" circuit have food to spare. Look for guys with watches. They have to be punctual to the sandwich lines. Some good ones go like a zipper and there is nothing left after a couple of minutes. Got to be competent to make it. BTW don't steal and don't break the law. Karma will bite your ass.
There are some interesting dudes out there. Plenty with college degrees. Plenty of former millionaires. Everyman has his story. Loved it.
Covid put me inside. FEMA civilized me. Now me and most of my friends are just normal Joe's. Homefree is a great life.
>Plenty with college degrees. Plenty of former millionaires
this interests me because I've been homeless for years and I've been a multimillionaire for decades. I have a college degree.
the connections seem clear. Both don't fear risk. Both ignore societal training and mores. Both know you can't dream something into existence- if you want something you have to make it happen and nobody else is going to do it for you.
the actual lessons are:
you can't survive on your own
surviving is work
at subsistence levels your needs are simple and you always need to keep them in mind.
be prepared.
warmth>water>food>sex>entertainment
Everybody gets beaten down at some time. No way to escape it. Some because of their own fault. Some because of falling for dependencies like drugs or alcohol. Especially with dope. So many people take dope to add an edge to get ahead. Finally the dope takes over and the frick themselves saying that they will catch up tomorrow. Tomorrow gets further and further away. Other dope heads are just useless from birth and never get a start.
Biggest thing is that when you start to give up, you simply become stubborn and say progress is not worth your time. Not everybody is a dope head. I wish I had been one. Maybe it would of made me desperate enough to fight harder and be ruthless. Next time, I will give no quarter.
Biggest thing I enjoyed was having no bills, bill collectors, sanctimonious friends and customers. No having to kiss a frickers ass so he will make a purchase. No having to balance my prices with morality or the necessity of paying a bill. No having to be in the lead. THE SIMPLICITY OF JUST BEING A NORMAL GUY. A NUMBER.
"Stand on a street corner"
and "Reek of piss" don't really seem that helpful...