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As things go... this ain't so bad.

Luckily, I've had somewhat of a support network, otherwise I would have landed in an alley somewhere, with a bottle of screw-top wine in my hand.
Let's see, my day-to-day life consists of coffee shops and cardboard boxes, sometimes couches.  I must admit, I look pretty composed for a box dweller in the city.  Button down shirt, slacks, jacket, briefcase.  I could easily wander in the business district, and not get strange looks. 
I learn to change my plans on the fly, depending on the circumstances.  The box is always my default, but I prefer to sleep indoors.  Closets and couches are good.  Sometimes a warm body next to me helps.  I've grown accustomed to salvaging what I can, eating when I can, and using public restrooms as my own personal bath.  You cannot IMAGINE how quickly I can get in, shit, shave, wash my hair, and make it look as if I was never there.  Basically, I follow the good camper policy, leave it as good, or better off than you found it.
But why am I still living on the streets?  Is it some sick, perverted challenge that I've given myself?  Or am I punishing myself for some wrong I did in the past?  Living like this is not fun... but I get some satisfaction knowing that I'm still living as well as the rest of these Seattle citizens, with NO income, and just my laptop as a pillow. 
I'm crazy.  At least I think I am.  But a truly crazy person knows he is perfectly sane.  So maybe I'm not truly crazy, just a bit eccentric. 
I'm impulsive.  THIS is true.  I always think out the consequences of every action, but I do it on the fly.  I can't allow myself to sit and worry.  I must do, do, DO.
I'm depressed.  Or, at least I was a few months ago.  Now I'm feeling a bit ambivalent about the world.  Fuck 'em, I say.
I'm optimistic.  I know life won't be this way forever, but it won't change unless I make some sort of effort.  I feel like rocking the boat, but the lake is frozen.
I must say, being homeless gives me plenty of time to reflect.  Soon, though, I will re-join the human race.  I'll get myself an apartment and employment.  I'll be working a 9 to 5 job, buying groceries, sleeping in a real bed.  And I get to be miserable again, just like the rest of humanity.

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