I just found a link to this survival forums and thought i would browse around. Then i came across this 6 part post about a man who was homeless for a few years i belive.

He gives tips on how to accquire selter and the do's and don'ts.

http://www.mfipb.com/index.php?mforum=su...mp;showforum=61


I found all 6 parts to be a very great read. Gives you some insight on what its like to be homeless.

I was surprised at some the stuff he went threw and some of the things he ate and slept at.

I was homeless for a few years in vancouver in the mid 90's and it is probably the best place in the world to be a bum. I was one of those annoying squegee kids and I would make about 20$# an hour if I showed some hustle. The economy was good ,the weather was amazing and they had a socialist government that poured money into social programs. It is not like that anymore though. I had a blast during my spectacularly misspent youth.

Wow i didnt think any1 in the yard was every homeless goes to show you what life can throw at you.

If you don't mind.. may i ask why you where homeless?

Didnt want to obey your parents or something?

Yeah, I already had that article saved on my HD. I got it somewhere else though. Mine is saved as a HTML document. If you want a copy to save that's one document instead of chopped up, lemme know and I'll post it.

Andy, I wouldn't mind the one big article. Thanks.

that is the "quote of the day" unsub

Here you go: The Joys of Being Homeless

thanks for the links. very interesting.

Thanks again.

I grew up in foster care until at about age 14 I took off on my own.
Most people have no idea how close they really are from being homeless. Unless you have a wealthy family most people without a lot of savings are 2 or 3 bad months away from losing everything especially if they have a lot of debt. I don't regret my experience as I feel going through some real turmoilis the only way to build real character. Also I know that if I needed to I could take off with nothing but a small pack and a good pair of boots and survive both in the bush or in a big city. It also gave me a perspective on what can work for social programs and what does not.

Some people all they need is an opportunity at the right time and others are total write offs and the best you can do is to house and feed them so they don't scare the tourists. Some people who are drug addicts need very little help to change and others will never quit and the best thing forthem is a harm reduction program where we just give them the drugs they want. In canada and europe we have found that when you give heroin addicts either heroin or methadone they can hold a job and take care of there kids just like anyone else. Another advantage of that is it is very very cheap compared to treatment programs that don't work on them anyway.

Basically if someone really wants to get clean you can't stop them and if someone does not want to get clean you can't make them and it is a waste of time and money to try.

I have always thought that as well.

I swear Unsub, you and I have much in common....I spent a portion of the early 90's living out of my car. In my case, my parents divorced when I was 4 and my dad got custody. He remarried the stereotypical evil stepmother who abused the hell out of my brother and I. During my senior year of high school she left, and my dad turned to alchohol. Our relationship went south. I enlisted in the Army and unfortunately for me, it was during the only time in US history that the Army would not take just anyone. I had a juvenile record that kept me out. Well, I was turned down at the last minute, literally on the day I was to ship out to basic training. After that, I spent about a year living out of the car until I located my mother and went and stayed with her. There is a certain freedom that you get during such an experience that you get nowhere else. Not to say it was easy living, but I was still young and it was great having no responsibility, and no one to answer to except the occassional police officer who was curious as to why I was sleeping in my car behind the bowling alley. Well, I'm all grown up now and have become a semi-respectable citizen, but I don't regret that period of my life one bit.