| I hate work. But, in this type of world
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| | empty building at eight AM. There's no
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| that we belong to, money can be useful.
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| | need for anyone to be so naive. Being
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| For the past ten years of my life, I had
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| | homeless doesn't make you inhuman, but
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| been completely banished from the world
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| | many people would believe that.It's
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| of finance. My first credit card was
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| | early. Very early. Seven AM. The birds
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| cancelled after four days. With my first
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| | just started their first round of mating
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| checking account, I withdrew $200 from an
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| | calls. The true alcoholics are just
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| ATM and never paid it back. I did the
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| | getting to bed now. Somewhere in this
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| same thing with my second checking
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| | state, a group of high schoolers are just
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| account at another bank. These few
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| | coming down from their psilocybin
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| incidents have made it impossible for me
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| | mushroom trip. I can feel all the
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| to every have a bank account or credit
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| | working class, single moms just arriving
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| card for a very long time. So, yes, I
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| | at work, an hour and a half after waking
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| burned all the bridges and covered all
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| | up -- I'm watching their soft exhale of
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| the paths. I am completely expelled from
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| | stress and hope. On my way to work,
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| the world of banking and credit. This
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| | there was a particularly unhealthy smell
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| was no problem for me, since I was
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| | rising from the concrete. It could be a
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| already living without much income to
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| | hallucination caused by a night of heavy
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| begin with.The memories of my first job
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| | drinking and only five hours of sleep.
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| have faded so much that I now doubt
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| | Regardless, I can just shrug it
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| whether I've ever been employed. How to
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| | off.Kleineman's Restaurant. I arrive
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| live without an income is a question of
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| | five minutes early for my shift. "Hey,
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| urban survival, especially for those of
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| | my boy, Danny..." Mr. Kleineman greets
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| us who have special needs (i.e.
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| | me, "Didn't you get my message?""What
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| alcoholism). The first time, I slept in
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| | message?" I asked, and then with a
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| the park, but some street kids showed me
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| | cracked smile, "And on what phone,
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| an abandoned mill they had held up in.
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| | answering machine, or e-mail?""I told all
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| "The cops always check the park," one of
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| | my other employees to tell you that we
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| them told me, "Stay in a dark place when
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| | don't need you today," he said,
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| you sleep at night." From those humble
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| | shrugging, "You got the day off.""But,
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| beginnings, I've changed and evolved so
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| | but.... I got up early and came here,
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| much. Instead of defining myself as a
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| | like I was scheduled, and I never heard
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| human being based on what I have been
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| | from anyone else," I said. The struggle
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| through, I've based it on what I can and
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| | was more painful due to the
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| will do. I drank Bacardi in a Pasadena
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| | sleep-deprivation and hangover."I know,
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| restaurant and smashed a window with a
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| | but we already have a dishwasher," he
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| chair. When I passed through Las Vegas,
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| | said, "Come back tomorrow. I'll have
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| I somehow gained $10,000 in four hours
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| | work for you, then.""Can I at least get
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| and lost it over the next six days.
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| | two fifty for the bus fair of getting
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| There's a warrant for my arrest in
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| | here?" I asked. My anxiety and agitation
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| Austin, Texas for Riotous and Destructive
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| | had made me more aggressive and
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| Behavior, but every cop so far has been
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| | assertive. He certainly gave me the
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| too lazy to fill out the extradition
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| | money. There was no other choice. When
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| papers. I stopped a rape in Nashville
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| | he handed the money to me, it was almost
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| and was rewarded enough alcohol to
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| | as though he was giving it to a homeless
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| require a hospitalization. I was the man
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| | bum who was panhandling on the side of
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| with a blank future. My name is Daniel.
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| | the highway. I am homeless, but it's not
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| If you ask my friends, they'd say I was
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| | quite my identifying factor in my
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| the Beatnik drifter. Homeless, alive,
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| | relationship with my boss.Two blocks
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| and free.Beep... Beep... Beep...My eyes
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| | south, seven blocks east, cut through the
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| burst open to the light. I'll never get
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| | park, and you're in the best place to get
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| used to that sound. I swat the alarm
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| | your alcohol supplies. I've got two
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| clock and roll over. My eyes slowly open
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| | fifty. Just about enough for a
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| again. It's 8:30. I have to get to work
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| | forty."Can I help you find anything?" the
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| in a hour half. I'm already dressed.
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| | manager asks, pretending not to be
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| And, making the bed was as easy as
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| | watching me -- or maybe that's just my
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| getting out of a sleeping bag. Surveying
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| | unfounded suspicion that all old people
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| the scene, I discover three more bodies
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| | distrust the young."You don't have any
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| on the ground. There was Z, a twenty
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| | Old English?" I asked."No, but we have
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| four year old, who had a friend tattoo a
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| | Steel Reserve and Colt 49, if you drink
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| Z on his forehead when he was sixteen.
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| | malt liquor," he said."I wish you had
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| The tragedy left him scarred and with a
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| | some OE," I respond, looking through the
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| name he'd never lose. Donny slept in the
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| | racks, and discovering, to my surprise, a
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| corner, his head propped up against the
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| | bottle of "Blue Mad Dog, the best fruit
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| wall. He had no shirt on and there was
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| | flavored alcoholic beverage you'll find,
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| an empty beer bottle sticking out of his
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| | clearly the envy of wine and champagne
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| fly -- someone was making mischief last
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| | everywhere," her hair was being whipped
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| night. And, our third contender,
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| | by the midnight air coming off the
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| Rochelle, remained curled up in a ball on
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| | waterfront, "This !@#$ is chemically
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| a chair. She had a small enough figure
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| | perfected for that sweet taste of
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| that she could make it a comfortable
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| | cirrhosis."Irene. A beautiful girl that
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| position. Small clips of metal pierced
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| | I used to know... a girl I used to love.
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| her face. Two rings were connected with
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| | We'd bark at the moon together, and
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| a chain; and there was enough of a draft
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| | giggle when everyone pointed and
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| in the squat that you could hear the
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| | laughed.My hands caress her stomach as I
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| links make their clinking noise.I headed
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| | close my eyes, nearing her face, "Booze
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| down the stairs, discovering several
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| | is booze. What's the difference between
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| empty beer bottles along the way.
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| | flavorings?""Because this represents our
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| Turning to the main exit of our squat, I
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| | culture, the culture of the wino!" she
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| discover my friend Buck. Somehow, he
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| | triumphantly holds bottle in the air. I
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| managed to fall asleep sitting up in a
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| | fall on her shoulder, slowly drifting in
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| chair. There was a half filled whiskey
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| | to sleep."So, you be getting the Mad
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| bottle held against his belly, and behind
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| | Dog?" the manager asks me with his broken
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| that there was hard-chunked vomit on his
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| | Indian accent. I'm softly awakened from
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| leather jacket. I take one second to
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| | daydream to my present reality: the scene
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| light a cigarette. With the click of the
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| | right before I make an !@#$ out of myself
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| Zippo, his mouth opens and I hear,
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| | due to alcohol excess. I nod my head in
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| "You're not a punk any more.""Would a
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| | response to his question.Walking down the
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| punk put a cigarette out on your
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| | street with the bottle of Mad Dog, I
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| face?""Yeah, but you're not a punk, so I
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| | start to think that I'm not representing
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| have nothing to worry about," he smiled,
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| | the culture of the wino; I am simply
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| shwilling from his whiskey bottle, then
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| | living a memory. This one's for
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| putting it on the ground.We had this
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| | her."What happened?" a slightly animating
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| debate last night. "You lose the grit
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| | Buck opens his eyes to the day, "Did the
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| and pain of being a true street kid when
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| | Capitalist system fall apart and they
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| you start waking up in the morning to
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| | sent you home?"He struggled to obtain a
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| shuffle !@#$ for some !@#$!@#$ing
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| | bare grasp of reality. I walked passed
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| capitalist pig-""It's a !@#$in' family
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| | him, heading on up the stairs. "Alcohol
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| owned store," I said, shwilling my malt
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| | in the morning?" he references my Mad Dog
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| liquor extra hard."It doesn't matter," he
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| | with a smile, "I guess maybe you really
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| said, as his face emerges from a shot of
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| | are punk.""Would you please cut the !@#$
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| hard alcohol, "You're working for the
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| | with the high school routine?" I replied
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| man.""He's right," Donny said, "You're
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| | cheerfully, "I've had my fair share of
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| not a punk any more." This god of
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| | being ostracized for being different. I
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| squatters stood there, clad in the
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| | imagine all you --""Is that what you
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| armaments of a punk: spikes and chains.
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| | think we were doing?" Buck asked, "You're
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| For some reason, he had a polka-dotted
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| | my brother no matter what, but that means
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| scarf around his neck. He found it on
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| | I have to give you !@#$ no matter what.
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| the ground earlier that day, and has
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| | Why did you take this job any way? We
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| developed the ill habit of wearing
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| | were enough money spanging."I shwilled,
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| it."!@#$ you both," I notice Z spray
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| | and passed him the bottle. "Maybe it's
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| painting the wall with an anarchy symbol,
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| | not about the money," I said, "For my
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| "Having a job doesn't change me. I sleep
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| | entire life on the streets, I haven't
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| in a squat, like everyone else."Now I'm
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| | advanced one bit. I aged quickly and
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| rubbing my head in the morning, thinking
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| | built memories fast, but everything I got
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| about an eight hour shift, and this prick
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| | I've lost. Photographs of squatmates,
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| sitting in my squat just said that I
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| | letters from dead friends, all of the
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| wasn't a punk in his sleep. I don't care
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| | tickets I got in LA for marijuana...
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| about names and phrases any more. Gutter
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| | Everything, I lost it all. I just wanted
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| punk, street urchin, runaway kid, I don't
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| | to do something good for myself for
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| care. I'm homeless. There's a weird
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| | once."He passed the bottle back to me. I
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| smell in this abandoned building. Coil
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| | let the alcohol sting treat this horrible
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| springs pierce the one mattress I have.
| |
| | misery. "If I was a businessman making
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| The wallpaper is melting. Both floors
| |
| | three hundred thousand a year, I'd still
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| are covered in garbage: wrappers,
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| | only want to get tanked with you," his
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| newspapers, vomit, beer cans, abandoned
| |
| | words are poetry."And that's probably the
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| clothing. Home sweet home. And this is
| |
| | reason that I will always be a squatter,"
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| the place that we've decided to live.
| |
| | I replied, "Money can't buy you a
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| No, this is the only place we could live.
| |
| | community and a culture."Punkerslut (or
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| I have to make excuses to no one.I
| |
| | Andy Carloff) has been writing essays and
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| forgot again this morning. The front
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| | poetry on social issues which have caught
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| door does not latch shut. That was
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| | his attention for several years. His
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| probably the constant beating I heard
| |
| | website provides a complete list of all
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| last night. It didn't keep me up --
| |
| | of these writings. His life experience
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| enough alcohol kills all consciousness.
| |
| | includes homelessness, squating in New
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| I walk out of the abandoned/reclaimed
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| | Orleans and LA, dropping out of high
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| home, only to notice a mailman walking
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| | school, getting expelled from college for
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| by. He gives me an odd look, almost
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| | "subversive activities," and a myriad of
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| unsure that anyone would have any
| |
| | other revolutionary actions.
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| legitimate excuse for walking out of an
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