Middle-class homeless
I was fired from a job that provided my accommodation, and spent a few months homeless - not sleeping rough, but kipping on mates' sofas, in their caravans, etc.

I'm quite a softy middle-class chap really - but at that time, I had pretensions to underground culture, so I knew all sorts of dealers and prostitutes - but very much at arms length.
I'd never really mixed properly beyond picking up my gear and thinking how cool and street that made me.

So I found myself kipping - or I should say, trying to kip - on the sofa of a caravan while the other occupant was shooting up and stashing his kilo in the VCR...
And borrowing a quid off a mate to feed myself for the week (Value beans and a loaf)...

Lesson learned: my middle-class comforts are worth earning.
( Invisible Wizard - 10th Level Nerf-herder, Mon 24 Mar 2014, 15:01, 6 replies)

Before you get fired you are supposed to liberate enough booty to keep you for 2 years
I can still pawn a case or two of paper clips if I run short.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Mon 24 Mar 2014, 15:28, closed)

Strikes me your mate wasn't very bright.
Hiding his stash inside the only item in the caravan worth stealing.
( edjogs Collared doves are shit., Mon 24 Mar 2014, 17:50, closed)

Fucking hell, *he* was not my mate
He was boyfriend of a friend of a girlfriend. I'd run out of tolerant 1st tier mates by then.

And no, he was a bit thick. I think he's actually dead now. It was about 24 years ago, mind.
( Invisible Wizard - 10th Level Nerf-herder, Mon 24 Mar 2014, 20:13, closed)

If he's dead you know where his stash is.

( edjogs Collared doves are shit., Mon 24 Mar 2014, 21:27, closed)