The Sigmund Freud of homeless town.

"Being entirely honest with oneself is a good exercise."

~Sigmund Freud

An old friend from Kansas called the other day, he had read the blog and was expressing concern about my well being. "Where do you sleep at night? How do you get your food? Do you ever get scared?" Mama told me a long time ago that honesty was always the best policy, so I told him this. "I sleep behind a vacant building on a couple of pieces of cardboard. In terms of food, I eat whatever I can find during the day and at night my friend always fixes dinner from the food he boosts at Walmart. When I first hit the street I was a little scared, but not now; it's a matter of survival and being scared deters from that." 

We chatted some more and then he told me this, "Why don't I send you some money for a plane ticket and you move back to Kansas. I will line you out with a job and you can get back to living a normal life." His gesture of kindness is one of many that I have received since I started my blog about homelessness, but I can't leave Las Vegas, so I told him this. "Words can't describe how much I appreciate your offer to help. I've been overwhelmed by the kindness and sympathy my friends have shown me since my predicament started. But I have to stick it out in Las Vegas. I believe there is something unique waiting for me out here once the smoke clears." He wasn't agreeing with my prognosis, but then again he didn't chide me either. "Look, it sounds to me like your pride is clouding your judgment. But if you feel Las Vegas is still the place for you; fine. But don't you think it would make sense to get a roof over your head?" 

I like to end every post of mine with a thought I'm having...Call it the vagabond thought of the day. "My father called the other day and asked what benefit one could possibly derive from living on the streets. I thought about his question for a moment and then I answered him as follows. "Well, the main benefit of living on the street, you don't have to pay rent. It was kind of nice when the first of the month arrived and no one was knocking on the door for rent. Past that; the benefits of living on the streets are extremely scarce."