My mum kicked me out of home when I was 17; she finally became too much to bear (she was quite a feminist) and I ended up physically pushing her over. That was the last straw for her.
I stayed with a friend I used to go clubbing with every weekend, he lived with an Ecstasy dealer and used to run raves down on the coast. In return for letting me stay there rent free, we had to help him out with his "business". He had a fucking hot girlfriend with ginormous tits, man, I used to enjoy waking up in my little nest in the living room and watching her walk around the kitchen in just her little grey singlet top with no bra on, Om Nom Nom....![[Image: tongue.gif]](https://rooshvforum.network/images/smilies/tongue.gif)
I was able to secure a semi-permanent place at the YMCA (yes, of the gay song fame) mostly paid for by the council and supplemented by my other "income" from the nightclubs. The YMCA was weird - it was somewhere between a really, really nice prison and a shitty hotel. They would include a roast dinner meal every night but I was often too fucked up on a come down from all the clubbing to fully appreciate the free meal. Met a couple of dodgy dudes in that place who were proper hardcore ravers and we would often run into each other at clubs off our heads.
Stayed there for about 5 months and finally secured a place to rent with my friend from the other house. We shacked up with two older guys from the university and finally I was no longer "of no abode". We had some awesome parties there, one in particular that got out of hand where some Hell's Angels types turned up and took it upon themselves to be the security for the night!
That was all going well until it transpired that our landlord did not own the property, it was in fact an asset of The Bank of Credit and Commerce International (BCCI) and we received an order from the county Sheriff to vacate it henceforth. We had one last big party and made sure to absolutely destroy the place, including graffiti on the walls, pouring milk into carpets, even pissing into some furniture. It was bad.
We sat on the pavement across the road eating kebabs the next morning, watching these men break the front door, then look around the property, we could see them reading the weird graffiti and cartoons on the walls.
They locked the place up and that's when it hit us that we actually had nowhere to sleep that night. I believe we spent the next few nights just out on the streets walking around to keep warm, then going to places to keep warm during the day. Having almost next to no money was a bummer too.
Finally, we hatched a plan to break back into the property and squat there, and that's what we did. Once inside, we regretted our previous plans to destroy the place and piss everywhere, as now WE were the suckers who had to live amongst it all!
WE stayed there like that for a month or more but gradually the utilities were shut off as bills were not paid. First gas, then electricity and finally water. When you can't flush your toilet it's time to leave. My friend made peace with his own family and moved back home. I couldn't (wouldn't) do that, so needed a new scheme.
It was then that I got the thought, why even stay in this country? There is nothing here for me. A friend mentioned a contact he had in Hong Kong - a possible working gig. I discussed the idea of going there with a few other friends. Two of them were up for the adventure; one of them had a bank account his parents had set up for him when he was a baby but it required two signatures. It just so happened that I'd broken my wrist in a minor skateboard accident a few weeks ago, so when we got to the bank, we used that as an excuse as to why my signature of the other person didn't look very good. And it worked. The funds were released to my friend.
We bought our one way tickets to Hong Kong, and began to prepare for our new adventure............... and that's a story for another time![[Image: wink.gif]](https://rooshvforum.network/images/smilies/wink.gif)
Perhaps not homeless in the true sense of the meaning, I always seemed to have some kind of option to work with but probably the closest I've come. Perhaps another person might not have those options and things could have been a lot more bleak.
Like others have said - it's fun and freeing - so long as you have an option to exit - but being truly homeless... that shit could destroy a man. Respect to those who have pulled themselves out of true homelessness.
I stayed with a friend I used to go clubbing with every weekend, he lived with an Ecstasy dealer and used to run raves down on the coast. In return for letting me stay there rent free, we had to help him out with his "business". He had a fucking hot girlfriend with ginormous tits, man, I used to enjoy waking up in my little nest in the living room and watching her walk around the kitchen in just her little grey singlet top with no bra on, Om Nom Nom....
I was able to secure a semi-permanent place at the YMCA (yes, of the gay song fame) mostly paid for by the council and supplemented by my other "income" from the nightclubs. The YMCA was weird - it was somewhere between a really, really nice prison and a shitty hotel. They would include a roast dinner meal every night but I was often too fucked up on a come down from all the clubbing to fully appreciate the free meal. Met a couple of dodgy dudes in that place who were proper hardcore ravers and we would often run into each other at clubs off our heads.
Stayed there for about 5 months and finally secured a place to rent with my friend from the other house. We shacked up with two older guys from the university and finally I was no longer "of no abode". We had some awesome parties there, one in particular that got out of hand where some Hell's Angels types turned up and took it upon themselves to be the security for the night!
That was all going well until it transpired that our landlord did not own the property, it was in fact an asset of The Bank of Credit and Commerce International (BCCI) and we received an order from the county Sheriff to vacate it henceforth. We had one last big party and made sure to absolutely destroy the place, including graffiti on the walls, pouring milk into carpets, even pissing into some furniture. It was bad.
We sat on the pavement across the road eating kebabs the next morning, watching these men break the front door, then look around the property, we could see them reading the weird graffiti and cartoons on the walls.
They locked the place up and that's when it hit us that we actually had nowhere to sleep that night. I believe we spent the next few nights just out on the streets walking around to keep warm, then going to places to keep warm during the day. Having almost next to no money was a bummer too.
Finally, we hatched a plan to break back into the property and squat there, and that's what we did. Once inside, we regretted our previous plans to destroy the place and piss everywhere, as now WE were the suckers who had to live amongst it all!
WE stayed there like that for a month or more but gradually the utilities were shut off as bills were not paid. First gas, then electricity and finally water. When you can't flush your toilet it's time to leave. My friend made peace with his own family and moved back home. I couldn't (wouldn't) do that, so needed a new scheme.
It was then that I got the thought, why even stay in this country? There is nothing here for me. A friend mentioned a contact he had in Hong Kong - a possible working gig. I discussed the idea of going there with a few other friends. Two of them were up for the adventure; one of them had a bank account his parents had set up for him when he was a baby but it required two signatures. It just so happened that I'd broken my wrist in a minor skateboard accident a few weeks ago, so when we got to the bank, we used that as an excuse as to why my signature of the other person didn't look very good. And it worked. The funds were released to my friend.
We bought our one way tickets to Hong Kong, and began to prepare for our new adventure............... and that's a story for another time
Perhaps not homeless in the true sense of the meaning, I always seemed to have some kind of option to work with but probably the closest I've come. Perhaps another person might not have those options and things could have been a lot more bleak.
Like others have said - it's fun and freeing - so long as you have an option to exit - but being truly homeless... that shit could destroy a man. Respect to those who have pulled themselves out of true homelessness.
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