Adventures in Homelessness - Part 1

by MissUnderstood

Why do they always feel the need to counsel me? Sure, it's a rather unconventional lifestyle, but it's helped me achieve freedom. I've gotten over my obsessive compulsive desire to wash my hands a hundred times a day. The homeless don't seem to worry about germs as much as the average Joan. I managed to lose fifty pounds that none of the popular diets would take off. None that is, until I went on the homeless diet. One meal a day at the soup kitchen put an end to my obesity. That's a definite plus. What's not to understand about choosing to be homeless? I don't have to worry about paying bills. I don't have to cook or do dishes. Don't have knick knacks to dust or carpet to vacuum. I don't have to wake up to punch a clock everyday and function like a mindless drone like my former co-workers continue to do day in and day out.

I spend my days wandering around town, carrying an old brown backpack with a busted zipper that I pulled out of a dumpster behind some apartments near here...

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