Escape from the real world: Homeless 101 - Making the Choice
Nobody ever says, I want to be a starving artist when I grow up. In the
school system, future doctors, lawyers and other servants of the corporate
their education. Social education, the rules for how to properly walk
in order to escape
abuse from your peers comes from television.
But what happens when youre more interested in learning than in
What happens when youre too friendly to learn the poses that allow
you to be social?
You become a nobody. Thats what happened to us. Being a nobody isnt
though. Its the only way were allowed to be starving artists.
We were the ones persecuted in school. We were the ones who questioned
doctrines in school. We were the ones who ruined the movie because it
was obvious how
it was going to end.
I read comic books idolizing Peter Parker, the nerd; bullied and isolated.
home-schooled until fifth grade. I was an outcast, understanding abstract
finding simple social situations baffling.
Sarah is a combination of genetics and environment. But how can you answer
question, she puffs. Who she is can not be summarized in a few words or
volumes. As we
swerve past cars testing reality, we speculate on whether everyone is
an undercover agent
and what is really going on.
We both came from respectable, middle class families. Her mother was a
NSA agent and employee-slave of the United States military. Her father
was abusive, an
alcoholic. She was raised in the public school system, but like me just
couldnt seem to
blind herself to the obvious in the way most adults did and the other
children were being
My mother was the daughter of a Southern Baptist preacher. My step-father,
grew up in rural McMinnville in the 1950s, raised me. When I finally
made it to school,
I was amazed at how simple it was. In Dibrell, the community on the outskirts
county I lived in, there arent enough people to get cable in your
home. I was raised on
PBS and when I got bored I simply read, often from the big leather World
We were too smart for our own good, and many adults dont like being
of what they lost when they grew up. We were a threat to some teachers,
a delight to
others. Some teachers seemed to reach out a protective arm, while some
seemed intent on
destroying us. These were all childish illusions, however, teachers are
order to properly educate the youth of America in order for them to become
members of society. They were just doing their jobs. Sarah and I seemed
to be clearly
headed away from being utilitarian gears in the clockwork of society.
The teachers meant
no harm, but were merely trying to warn us. We didnt heed their
We were stuck like Sartre, in a world we did not create or ask to be a
part of. Despite intense programming efforts on the part of not only the
school system and television, but also on our parents, all the other "wise
adults" and any other authority figure, we struck out on our own
and decided to do that which was not explicitly illegal, but broke every
unwritten rule of society.
Smart, middle-class kids dont drop out of society and become homeless.
Thats what was drummed into our brain for so long we almost believed
it. We were raised not to believe in propaganda, thats what the
nazis used. At least thats what our history books told us. They
also told us the Civil War was about freedom and slavery and America was
the champion of justice and had only committed minor wrongs (like for
instance the holocaust of the Native Americans, more of which were killed
by Americans and American policies than Jews were killed in the extermination
We had some clue that the world we lived in was a sham, but were still
afraid of the plastic and glass warnings everywhere that urged us not
to look too deeply, but to simply follow along with everyone else. We
had both planned leaving since we were children and when we met in high
school, the urges grew. Escape. Exodus. Something exciting was around
the corner, or maybe we just wanted it to be.
We didnt find out how false the "real world" was until
we got out of society. Homelessness is supposedly the result of increasing
social marginalization due to economic factors. In our case, however it
was due to psychic, spiritual and political matters. We began to discover
that when you fit the ideas of the "lone nuts" together, their
stories make a lot more sense than the ever-changing magic bullet theories.
Now that weve broken free of the social matrix (referring to the
philosophical idea, not the red-herring film), we are free to move as
we wish and are not even as persecuted by the enforcers of corporate authority.
We operate our green 1968 Chrysler Newport by sheer will. We have found
that we already had all the skills we were convinced did not exist or
couldnt be understood.
So is it a true story? Can this be true. Of course its a true story,
but only as true as anything else which depends on how much you believe
in it. Regardless of whether or not our story is true, we still navigate
through this vivid dream, trying to learn more about our place and our
job. We were put here for a reason and despite the resistance of all the
forces of the material world, we are trying to find that reason.
So now here we are, two young homeless people. Trying to live a life like
Woody Guthrie, or Bob Dylan, or Jack Kerouac or all those other "legends."
Legends never die, though, so now we continue the story of those who came
before us by sharing with all of you, dear readers, that which is true
in our minds (even if in no one elses).
If you listen closely perhaps youll solve the riddle which is much
more simple than you could possibly imagine. Or you can just close your
third eye and follow along the maze of ink and paper trying to understand
what we are trying to say. Well, if you dont know, we cant
tell you. But if you think you have an idea, read on.
*To be Continued
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