mkirby
Well-known member
I went on this overnight journey a few months ago that was like the most hilarious thing in the world...
I just HAVE to get out of town, right, because I've got the the itch. And it's been a shitty week. But I've got no money and no one who wants to go anywhere with me, (my friends have far too many roofs over their heads these days) so I don't want to go too far.
Basically I just ended up taking the MAX into Gresham (I always end up stuck in Portland) and walking for a few hours. Gresham is kind of a shithole. I decided to camp out for the night because it was getting dark and I was tired and bored. I walked into a residential area, looking for a park, but found a school. A lot of the schools around this area have foresty areas around or near them, so I went around back, and sure enough there was a little patch of woods in the back. Hobo country.
Unfortunately, it had been raining earlier that day, and everything in the little woods was totally slick with mud. I was considering doubling back and trying to crash a paper dumpster or something just for a dry place to sleep. That's when I saw it.
A couch.
In the middle of the woods.
The couch, the ultimate symbol of young bums everywhere, was sitting there, right where I needed it, right before it got dark. And it was all old and worn in and nice.
We should start making this happen for other people. Pulling couches out of dumpsters and off freecycle and hiding them in outdoor squat spots. It was the most satisfying thing in the world.
New movement for the squatters: guerilla furnishing! Old mattresses inside flophouses are only the beginning. Let there be a la-z boy for every rubber tramp from here to the mississipi!
I just HAVE to get out of town, right, because I've got the the itch. And it's been a shitty week. But I've got no money and no one who wants to go anywhere with me, (my friends have far too many roofs over their heads these days) so I don't want to go too far.
Basically I just ended up taking the MAX into Gresham (I always end up stuck in Portland) and walking for a few hours. Gresham is kind of a shithole. I decided to camp out for the night because it was getting dark and I was tired and bored. I walked into a residential area, looking for a park, but found a school. A lot of the schools around this area have foresty areas around or near them, so I went around back, and sure enough there was a little patch of woods in the back. Hobo country.
Unfortunately, it had been raining earlier that day, and everything in the little woods was totally slick with mud. I was considering doubling back and trying to crash a paper dumpster or something just for a dry place to sleep. That's when I saw it.
A couch.
In the middle of the woods.
The couch, the ultimate symbol of young bums everywhere, was sitting there, right where I needed it, right before it got dark. And it was all old and worn in and nice.
We should start making this happen for other people. Pulling couches out of dumpsters and off freecycle and hiding them in outdoor squat spots. It was the most satisfying thing in the world.
New movement for the squatters: guerilla furnishing! Old mattresses inside flophouses are only the beginning. Let there be a la-z boy for every rubber tramp from here to the mississipi!