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reminds me of myself in 2005 in Daytona Beach, FL. I was drinking like a fish for a year beforehand, I escaped my parents house (I was 20 at the time) by maxing out a credit card I had forgotten I had on a plane ticket to Daytona Beach, and roamed the beach daily (12+ mi walked per day) just drying up in the sun. I drank every so often, but couldn't afford it, panhandling wasn't worth it. Penninless and itemless I just drank water and felt the liberation of no things, no schedule, no cares, no destination, just me me me. Probably one of the happiest times :)
~wolfinthewoods wrote (thread):
there's a blessing and a curse
with ultimate freedom
you can embrace the chaos
or lament the loss of comfort
right now i'm forced to camp
due to the stringent requirements
of the court in this county
i have to take a breath test
two! times a day
one at 7am and the other at 6pm
due to the weekend bus schedule
i wouldn't make it on time tomorrow
so i'm having to camp downtown
i'm embracing it though
it's actually a nice, quiet spot
here on the beach
but the rain is definitely
soaking my tent
thankfully i had a raincover
or i'd be drenched