HOME(LESS)
homeless at home
You never realize until you purge yourself of every material possession and decide to live in your car, exactly what it means to not have a place to go at the end of the night. I haven’t left Tucson yet to start my adventure and already the alienation effect set in when I am the only person in a room full of people that doesn’t have a place to live. “Shut up brain, having homes doesn’t make these people better than me, they may have a place to cook their Top Raman but half of them wouldn’t have the guts to make a sacrifice and explore the great unknown in order to follow their dream and do what they love to do.” Welcome to the conversation in my head…
Being in your hometown without a place to go is a real ballbuster. Being in this situation away from home, I think will be different. This tells me I need to hurry up and hit the road! Being homeless away from home seems as though it would lend itself to more adventure. I feel more awkward asking a friend to crash on their couch than I think I would asking a stranger. Hmmm… why is that? Not you, sorry I was asking myself…
Maybe I will feel the same “I hate to impose” kind of feeling when I crash on a strangers couch. I don’t know, maybe it’s because I feel like I’m not really giving my friends anything in return. I know that when I show up in a new city there will most likely be a trade involved, an intimate comedy show in return for food and/or lodging perhaps? Thats the idea behind this whole homeless comic thing, you know, travel, get my name out there, make some fans/friends and do it in a new and interesting way, have fun and make people laugh. OR maybe I’m just effin nuts!
Post 2, Day 6… The beginning of a great adventure…
September 16th, 2007 at 4:12 am
Dude, I saw your car parked next to mine at NAU. Did you perform with Zach G. and Mike B. (no way am i going to spell their last names)?
Anyways, is that a berimbau in your car?