TrampsTramps, burn-outs and the homeless insane all go to making life that little bit more interesting.
Gather around the burning oil-drum and tell us your hobo-tales.
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chthonic, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 15:47)
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No Home in MotownAfter my third divorce, I had lost my wife, small daughter, house, job, car and all. Another girlfriend had thrown me out into the streets and I was using a reconditioned bicycle to make my way around town and from bar to bar looking for the free luncheon tray on Sundays.
Hopelessly alcoholic, I stood tottering on a bridge in the rain one night and shouted to the heavens above, "Give me MORE, you motherfuckers!" That night some asshole stole my bicycle.
Clean and sober six years now. Re-united with ex. Still writing bullshit on websites.
(, Sun 5 Jul 2009, 19:51, Reply)
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