Reason to Blog?

Hmmm...It's May. Actually it's almost June. I'm not sure how it happened, but I'm closer now than I have ever been to becoming an actual bum. A bum, as in, a hobo, as in, a homeless drifter. Maybe not to the extent of the classic version of the hobo, riding the rails from town to town, but I am a week out from being homeless. I shouldn't be homeless. I have a job, I have money, I have stuff, I just don't have anywhere to keep it. So I've been toying with the idea of camping out all summer. Perhaps buying a cheap pop-up camper and living the rustic campground life. I'd try to find a place right next to some super expensive RVs. I could be their hillbilly neighbor who's campground is always littered with beer bottles and who's camper has a distinct smell of urine. I'd roll out of my camper at around 11 a.m. when everyone else is eating lunch and enjoying the weather. First thing I'd puke underneath my pop-up, taking a moment to reflect on the previous nights debouchery while hunched over my own steaming vomit. This would no doubt attract a significant number of stares from neighboring campers. Next, I'd wheel around, meeting the inquiring eyes with a wild, bloodshot eyed stare. "Damn tequilla. Does it everytime." Then I'd point a shakey finger at the neasest small child and say, "Let that be a lesson to you!" After that I'd pass out for the day, making sure to wake up in time to start drinking again by dusk, entertaining myself with my bugzapper.

Yeah, that'd be sweet.