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homeless in madison (with my homeless mobile home hommies)
 
 

Wayne's mighty Dodge TranStar (left), the mind plasma! audio/visual assault vehicle & mobile survival pod (middle) and Carver's hippy Holiday Ramblette (right) on Wilson Street, the homeless block in Madison's groovy Willy Street area. If you are mobile and homeless, police will not fuck with you on this block.

 

I am now homeless in Madison, this did not happen overnight, not being able to work properly for six years from this Cipro reaction has done this to me. I have not been able to properly write, draw, or perform in years. I have lost the person I was working to become. I am very sad.

Becoming homeless is like having an operation where you have an organ removed, except it's the floor you stand on. You have no floor to call your own! It's a mind freak.

When I first became homeless, every day was a mad scramble for food, water, and electricity. Washing my cloths and myself, I'd go through five gallons of water a day. Every morning, I'd wake up and drive to the gas station so I could get hot water to bathe. What a hassle. What a waste of time. Now, I got smart, I fill my bad-ass, construction worker half-gallon metal themos with hot water for bathing the next day.

I wash my cloths in woolite in tupperware containers, I dry them hangging them over my dashboard and running the defogger. I eat at the homeless sheleter to save money.

The police saw all the wiring and electronics in my van and accused me of running a "homeless meth lab van." They searched me, then detained me in their squad car while they searched my van. Afterwards, I had to clean everything up. What a freakin' nightmare. I've had a negative drug reaction, I am not well, I am in pain, and I have to deal with this. Stop police harrassment of the homeless!

 

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Outline

I was parking on XX Street

Get incident report.

Get name of hot water container. Allen? Allied?

I am homeless now. The police saw all the wiring and electronics in my van and accused me of running a "homeless meth lab van." They searched me, then detained me in the squad car while they searched my van. Afterwards, I had to clean everything up. What a freakin' nightmare. I've had a negative drug reaction, I am not well and in pain, and I have to deal with this. Stop police harrassment of the homeless!

Ironically, this is everything my friend Zech warned me not to, came true. park more than

My friend Zech warned me about this, and everything he said came true. Don't park in on the same street for more that two days in a row or else the neigborhood watch association will turn you in. Don't have stuffed animals in your van, police will think. This all happened

I got on the police "homeless list." For a week, everyday when I came home from work the police were waiting for me.

Wayne, Carver. You're safe here. Patches the dog.

Wayne, Carver and Patches the dog!

Bikes wizzing by on Madison's "Bike Boulevard"

At night, on Madion's "Bike Boulevard" and you can her bikes wizzing by your window at night catching little snippets of converstion.

At night, on Madion's "Bike Boulevard" and you can her bikes wizzing by your window at night catching little snippets of converstion.

Wayne's moble homeless manfesto. Stay away from the big cities. Adapt. With the police: be polite, say nothing. "Homelessnes is something to be proud of!"

Sex in Walmart parking lot.

Cultureal povertiy of homelessness.

Growing up white-trash, I thought the worst poverty is not financial poverty, but cultural poverty. Finally, living hand-to-mouth has completely broken me creatively.

I have no time for creative work.

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I have the body-ache of a flu, but eight times worse, I cannot think or remember clearly. It feels like my tendons are ripping all the time. I cannot sleep for more than 5 hours straight.

 
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