To CHOOSE no home…
I’ve been re-reading one of my favourite David Sedaris short stories ‘Buddy, Can You Spare a Tie?’ and I’m reminded of this fantastic passage where he writes about dressing up as a hobo for Halloween:
“One year I went as a pirate, but from then on I went as a hobo. It’s a word you don’t hear anymore. Along with ‘tramp,’ it’s been replaced by ‘homeless person,’ which isn’t the same thing. Unlike someone who was evicted or lost his house in a fire, the hobo roughed it by choice. Being at liberty, unencumbered by bills and mortgages, better suited his drinking schedule, and so he found shelter wherever he could, never a bum, but something much less threatening, a figure of merriment, almost.’
In the spirit of this I urge you NOT to donate to assist me with my accommodation on London while I study for my MA. I would prefer to brave the streets on my own, a lone ranger, forever free.
Of course if you really wanted to piss me off you could donate here…
Short edit from Just Like the Movies
Currently spending time outback and loving it x