I stumbled upon another man living in his car last night, he was sound asleep with a smile on his face, and i knew that he was proud of the fact this small ton of steal real estate was all he needed to be happy. Later i trucked through a small commune of drug intoxicated homeless people baking on some train tracks near where i parked. They were disgruntled, and looked like they were going crazy. There are two types of homeless. Those who choose to be, and those who become due to outside forces they either can or cannot control. but i suppose there are those same type of home dwelling people. Which one are you?
Fellow men and women