I panhandled a dollar the other day to catch the bus to labor ready to get day labor, and I ate at the soup kitchen on my lunch break. And I worked real hard stripping copper wire to junk for some cash, but since I stole the wire from a construction site, it was a hustle. I've been making bracelets too to earn some money, chain mail designs out of steel wire. They look really neat. I took some of the money I earned and bought food stamps 50 cents on the dollar, welfare fraud. I'm going back to Minneapolis to do that UPS gig where they hire you to work there for a week at a time for 9 bucks an hour and I'm gonna apply to work the sugar beet harvest in the fall. I'll probably hit up a few food banks while I'm there too and eat the free meals. Good dumpsters in that town too. I'll be sure to hit them up. I might even get drunk one of these nights and pass out in a ditch.
So what am I? A hobo a tramp or a bum?
Oh, and did I fail to mention, I haven't bathed in ... hmmm. Can't remember how long it was, but I seem to remember having done so at Bruce's when I was last in Mpls. You know, I'll gladly Accept the tramp or bum label to escape from the ridiculous high and mighty righteousness of this whole "I'm a true hobo" bullshit. I do work hard, but I don't always get paid for it. Sometimes I don't do nothin’
and get somethin’ for nothing. The thing is, I've got nothing against hard work…
…and it makes me sad, when I hear Steamtrain talk about the days when you drink the water right out of the streams
…I'm just a little bear, riding my little trains all over the place, doing what I do and not giving a shit about whether you like it or not. And when it comes down to it, that's really what its all about, right?