Before being a breeder, my house was sold because of some mutation, and most of the money in hand was spent.
Something happened to a buddy of mine, who was in a prison, and we knew each other as young children, and we spent a lot of hard years together.
Now he’s in trouble and I have to help him.
I thought about it. I’d become a hobo.
I sold the house and the money, even my big, proud silver chain.
I totally became a bum.
Every day in the streets, at the beginning, there was a $5,600 deposit in the pocket, which was lost with the daily waste.
At that time, it cost $6 a day, $3 for a pack of soft red meads, $6 for a meal at noon, another drink of water, and $20 a day.
Gradually, I’m getting dirty, spending the night in a cybercafe, and my clothes are full of plume.
And I hated the day, and the morning was a place to live, and to wander in the streets like a fly.
On the contrary, I’m more and more fond of cold nights, when night comes, I can go to the Internet cafes, which are noisy but full of people.
I also understood that I could not go on like this, so I tried to find a job, but I failed, and the recruiter looked at me with a little bit of smoke, and he didn’t have any interest in talking to me.
At this point, I only have a few dozen bucks left.
I understand. I may not find a job.
That day, I was sitting in the street and suddenly saw an old lady who was picking up garbage and she was looking at the garbage.
I went over there and asked her if she was getting paid for the junk.
The old lady looked at me with a little contempt, and she didn’t answer, and I saw that she wouldn’t talk to me, and it didn’t mean anything.
The voices of the old are coming from behind:
“It makes a lot of money now to pick up junk.
I looked back at the old lady and she seemed to be on guard, and I left after expressing thanks to her.
That night, I went to a neighborhood and found a very thick stick, which became my good helper.
I started to search the dumpsters in the neighborhood, and they weren’t very well managed, and people outside the neighborhood were allowed in.
I went through the garbage cans in the neighborhood and found only five or six bottles and two or three cans.
And the worst thing is that in the middle of the night, there were old old ladies in the neighborhood who picked up the waste and went through the garbage.
I didn’t think it was going to happen.
I spent the whole night working, it was morning, and I found 11 bottles, four cans, and I asked for a long time to find a junk shop.
That’s one dollar, three cents. That’s when I figured out the price of the junk.
Normal bottles, mineral water bottles, five cents a bottle, some drinks like the nutrition line, pulses, one hairy one.
E-cans are typically 1 gross 5 for one, scrap iron 8 gross, paper case 4 gross.
It’s only 1.3, but I’m glad I’ve got some money.
Some of the scavengers could pick up 1,000 different scraps a month, and in those days, a waiter’s salary was 700 bucks and a bottle of lid.
I could make a lot of money if I could pick up the garbage.
I was so happy to think of that, that day, I was beginning to grasp the essence of garbage collection.
First of all, the trash can is called a garbage can, but it’s actually a treasure bin with all kinds of good stuff.
All kinds of food leftovers, complete cakes, all kinds of sweets, even fine little statues, razors, soap, whole packs of towels, old lighters, whole bottles of beer, non-decompressed mooncakes, three yellow chickens, rolls, all kinds of good things.
It’s the only thing you can’t think of.
That day, I was smelly, spicy, and one day I found two bottles of white wine in the garbage, and that night I had three yellow chickens, and I drank all of it.
Sleeping at the Internet cafe at night, playing with the computer when you wake up. That’s so good.
Life is nothing but that.
Then I didn’t feel very comfortable living at the Internet cafe, so I started poking for treasures, and I saved a lot of abandoned objects.
There was an abandoned residential building near the Internet cafe, where the glass had been removed and had not been removed.
It’s a nice thermometer. It’s not cold at the end of the fall. I saved a lot of clothes when I hit the box.
It’s a 3rd floor room, it’s broken, but there’s a bedroom, there’s a huge bookcase that can be used as a door.
I had several layers of the windows covered with paper shells and made a huge curtain for the wind at the door.
Since then, this stoned room has become my home.
I was so proud of that moment. A lot of people paid for a house! But I didn’t spend any money. This whole building is mine!
I can run around in the building without fear.
I also moved down a giant leather chair from upstairs, sitting in a worn-out boss’s chair, listening to the whizzing wind, and I felt an unprecedented pleasure.
As if I were the master of the heavens and the earth.
This building, which I call home, is dark and stinking, but this is my home.
Whoever I love, I don’t owe anybody money anyway. I’m alive!
I live here anyway. It’s very simple.
That day, I was living on garbage, selling 10 bucks a day.
Gradually, I don’t care to eat leftovers, but to go to a restaurant on the street.
There’s also the technique of raffling, not raffling.
Usually I pick up a private restaurant that’s not small and picks up an iron pot with a box.
Go in there and say to the boss, “Big man, wish you a fortune, a lot of money, a lot of good health, a whole city in a chain.”
I’ve read a few books, palms, etc., and I’ve often proposed to help the bosses.
“It’s just that, as far as the king is concerned, fortune teller, it’s a psychology. Says he’s good, being hinted at by the fortune teller himself, his fate is good, and he’s really gonna get better, and he’s gonna have to be confident.”
Some bosses come up with a dollar to send me away as soon as I look at it, and I’ll tell you, I don’t want money, just food.
Many of the hotel owners listened to me and immediately made out with me, cooked me and cooked me.
I really appreciate the help I’ve given to my hotel owners, and I’ll try to make them happy.
We ate their food, we could not repay them, and I would often clean up the doors for the hotel owners, pick up the garbage from the doors, wrap up their paper shells, and hold on to the jars so that they could sell.
Some hotel owners had to give me a bottle of paper. I wouldn’t take it. I’ve eaten every day.
You can’t take advantage of others anymore.
I remember one time, when I was a chicken thief and I saw the smell of an iron pot at the door, I was crouching at the door.
Through the glass, I saw a family laughing and eating iron pot stew.
After a while, the family was fed, dressed, walked out of my sight.
Five or six people came out of the store, the same family.
I suddenly went off, waited about a minute, went straight to the store, and the waiter saw me, and he asked me a few questions.
I told him I was a guest at the last table. I forgot to feed the dog. I forgot to pack the leftovers.
When the waiter listens, he takes the bag and says, “Yeah, big brother, our stew meat has been thrown away.”
It’s as good as a pot. We eat it sometimes.
At that point, I suddenly felt shamed, looked down, took the food, ran all the way back to my sweet home.
Keep my head down. I’m eating the iron pot. It’s got chicken, goose, catfish, eggplant, potatoes.
It’s like a needle in my throat.
When did I become like this? To order food? To cheat?
No, it can’t be. I dropped the pot and ran back to the iron-cooked stew. The waiter who just packed the dishes for me was still here.
She looked surprised to see me. Ask me what’s wrong, sir?
I told her the truth and I was a liar and a liar, and the leftovers didn’t belong to me.
It’s me cruising.
The waitress laughed and told me it was all right. All the leftovers are pouring out, and you’re going to eat them and feed them to pigs.
Are you still eating? We have a lot of leftovers. You can take them all.
I’m not only blaming me, but also giving me leftovers. I’m so sick that greed takes over my mind.
The waitress packed me another pot of stew and told me when I left.
Brother, we’ll have nothing to eat, you’ll have to eat, you’ll be hungry.
I’m even more ashamed to hear this, and thanks to you, I left the iron pot stew, and there were more than 10 bricks in front of the hotel, and the car broke.
In the middle of the night, I snuck out some new bricks, picked out one piece of those bricks and evened them.
When the road was flat, I left.
Back to the sweet home, the food was cold, and I wrapped a brick around a ground stove, and a little fireplace was built in it with a branch from the day.
The fire was burning and the cold winds were roaring, but I felt so relieved.
Look at the leftovers in the iron pan, I ran out and bought a three-dollar bottle of white wine, two big buns.
He came back with a hot meal, drank it so hard, he ate and drank and slept.
The next day, I was going to take a day off and go look at the riverside, where there was a big weed, and the weed was so rich that half of them were tall.
I was just hanging out there, suddenly hearing a woman’s voice and a man’s voice, and it seemed like I was talking.
Following the sound, I slowly looked for the past and found the source of the sound, deep in the weed forest, an empty ground.
A scavenger is holding a woman in her 40s who looks like Yomo, who wants to fight, but the man keeps touching.
When I saw this scene, I started to laugh, and it was such a mess, and I killed him and I couldn’t find a body.
And I cried, and I went out, and I kicked him in the head, and I punched him in the face.
The ass sits on his waist, bows to his right, and the big mouth slaps this shit.
After a while, the man started begging for mercy, yelling at me, man.
I yelled at him. What are you doing, you son of a bitch?
The man was silent, and I slapped him in the face, and I pulled out a hammer with him, trying to hit him in the head.
The man immediately started screaming and looked at him like that, and I suddenly felt sorry for him.
I stood up and shouted at him, and lay down on the ground.
Do the push-ups! I yelled at him.
The man was in a hurry to start a push-ups, and I saw him like that.
Check! Louder!
The man was busy checking out one two three four five.
At that time, the 40-year-old woman laughed, and I asked her, “Do you know this man before?”
A woman shakes her head and I ask him again. Has he ever forced you before? Women shake their heads again.
The woman’s eyes are a little disillusioned, and she talks a little luminous, and she seems to have some mental problems.
It is not the first time that he’s ever done this to a woman with mental problems in the field.
I pulled him up, I called on the woman to follow me, and I pushed her all the way to the police station.
When I arrived at the police station, several police officers were sitting there, and saw me push and beat, and a group of policemen yelled at me and asked me why I hit him.
I said it was in the field, forcing a woman to be a psycho, fucking hugging her and taking off her clothes.
A couple of cops listened to me and asked me where the woman was, and I pointed at the crazy woman next to my finger.
The crazy woman noded her head.
One of the skinny policemen looked at the scavenger and the other two took the man directly to the house in the police station.
The skinny cop told me, man, you’ve got to wait. We’ve got to look into it.
I signaled that the crazy woman went with the police, and we came to a blue house next door to the scavenger.
To ask, because of the timing of my appearance, the police meant that it was difficult to determine the nature of the matter.
But at least that man has to be detained, so let’s not worry.
At that time, the police had begun to eat, and a few mothers had arrived, and the police had looked at me and the crazy girl and gave them to the crazy girl.
And walk out of the house, grab some bread and sausage, and suggest we eat some.
He took out a bag of Master Kang and crushed it and ate it.
This skinny cop, I think he’s a good man.
After eating, we left, and the skinny policemen told me that if the man had other crimes, he would never get away with it, so let us be assured.
I let the crazy woman say thank you to the police, and then I left.
Look at the crazy woman. I’ve got a headache. I don’t know what to do. It’s getting dark.
It doesn’t seem like she’s coming home. She’s just like a kid. She’s holding on to my clothes.
Come on, I’ll take it home. I’ll look at the crazy girl and ask her, sister, I have a place to stay. You go back to your room, or there’ll be no room for the night.
She noded, and I took her back to the sweet house and came to the door, and the crazy woman looked at the dark, weird building.
It seemed a little scary, and I comforted her by taking her back to the house.
I told the crazy girl to go to bed, pointed to the bed piled up with abandoned clothes, and she lay there.
And that’s when I took a closer look at this woman, who was supposed to be 40 years old, less than 50 years old, and who was not very good-looking, but who didn’t think that she was a regular street girl.
I tried to find out where her family was, and the woman kept asking me, and she wouldn’t talk.
Forget it, it’s useless to ask, to sleep, to take the woman to the shelter tomorrow.
She’s older, she’s a woman. I’m a big head. I keep her around.
I went to sleep, I woke up, the sun was not up, I looked back, and the crazy woman in bed was gone.
I went out to look for her and I didn’t find her.
It’s supposed to be sneaking away, hoping she’ll be safe.
During this period of time, the station will leave and bring all the homeless to the station. The winter in the north-east is too cold for the homeless to survive. A hangover can kill them, and they can only be released after spring.
I don’t think anything’s going to happen to a crazy woman.
On that day, I got a job as a webkeeper, a shift between 6:00 p.m. and 8:00 a.m., which is simple.
It’s for people who stay up all night.
Some of the authorities, those with the financial resources, have to add a bottle of fastener, and by 1:00 in the middle of the night, pull down the big chain door and then play games.
Those days, I met a lot of friends who sold cold cakes on the street, farmers at the worksites, barbeques.
And at that moment I understood that some were born in Rome and others were born mules.
Man has his own life.
It’s not winter yet. I’m still living in a sweet home. That’s my home.
I thought everything was going well, but I didn’t think it would.
I worked at the Internet café, where the owner opened another stationery shop near the school, and I thought it would be a good thing to look at it.
After entering the stationery store, a few fluent students were buying.
The aunt at the stationery store took a few dump sticks from the counter and handed them to the students who wanted to leave.
I’ve robbed the sticks and asked Auntie who sold it?
Auntie looked at me and told me that the boss had asked her to sell it, and I gave it back to a couple of students and told them to think harder and less.
If we can negotiate, why do we have to do this?
Then I pulled out all the dumpsticks under the counter, and I looked at them from the train station.
She told me there wasn’t.
In that moment, I really wanted to blow up this stationery shop.
At the stationary shop at the school entrance, they sell dumpsticks for money, TM’s fight gear.
I just tried to call the boss and suddenly thought of what I said to the students, think about it, and don’t do it.
Think about it. I gave it back to Auntie.
Out of the stationary store, I called my boss and asked him in a very relaxed tone why he sold a dumpstick at the stationary.
He asked me to leave it alone and asked me why students can’t buy dumpsticks.
I hung up on the phone and I jumped over my head, so I can’t blame myself if I’m not ready to listen.
Let’s not talk about morality. I have to fuck him.
The following day, I called the police and told them in detail where the stick was hidden.
I was crouching in the neighborhood, looking at the stationery store across the fence, and later, I went to a police officer, and there seemed to be two members of the Bureau of Commerce and Industry.
After a while, the boss came in, and a few people took a head-to-face training and took the swing stick and left.
Seeing this scene, I smiled.
It’s a little out of line, but I can’t help it. Your boss sells weapons to the students first.
After this time, I quit my job and started wandering around again, and I’m a man with low-profile eyes.
It’s no wonder I’m so lazy.
But well, this time, I’ve saved 2,000 dollars, enough for a while.
I’m a bum again, but I don’t really open the box anymore.
In those days, I was so madly collecting all kinds of firewood, hanging out in a warm home, and I was naive.
Wants to keep it for winter.
It’s getting cold day by day, and the first snow, I’m burning in a sweet home.
I found that my thinking seemed too simple and that this building, although it had a thermometer, was still too cold.
If it’s winter, it’s 20 or 30 degrees, I can’t handle it.
Forget it. One day at a time. There’s always a way.
After a day and a day, I was asleep and suddenly heard a noise at the door, and I moved the closet and was ready to go out.
At first glance, two middle-aged women, a middle-aged man.
They saw me and asked me, “Why do you live here this winter?”
I told them not to be cold, to talk for a while, and they told me that they were welfare workers.
They’ve got food and drinks, new clothes and heat.
I’m listening. That’s good. A couple of guys dragged the building and brought me to a compound.
It’s not a welfare station, it’s a rescue station.
There’s a bunch of crazy people in there who see me, and they laugh at me, and I suddenly see a familiar face.
She saw me and she waved at me.
I ran over and grabbed her arm and asked her how it was. Why didn’t you tell me?
The crazy woman laughs. She says it’s good. It’s a little stinky in the house.
At this point, a number of staff members at the shelter looked at me laughing and told me to shave their heads, take a shower and eat.
Because of my short hair, they decided not to shave, and I took a shower and had dinner.
A large proportion of the people in the shelter are mentally ill, and we sit in the restaurant waiting to eat.
It’s so irritating for a bunch of crazy people to scratch my head and pull my hair, and I scolded them for a few words, and they’re being honest.
Let’s have a look at the food, rice, just one dish, potatoes, cabbage, and some meat.
It’s a very common dish, but it’s a very nice pot.
The staff at several reception sites, sitting inside the house and eating the same food as us, should not say.
The three staff members appeared to have some skills, and once they issued an order, the group complied with them, and the group seemed to like them very much.
At night, when I was asleep, I realized that the station was sleeping on top and bottom, because I was taller.
The staff arranged for me to lay down.
There’s a reading room in this shelter, and there’s a lot of books in it, and I go to it when I’m free during the day.
One day, until the third day, the nurse came to me.
She was a sweet aunt who asked me a lot of questions and finally thought I didn’t have to stay at the rescue station.
As soon as I hear it, I can eat it every day, read books, read so many books in the room, I have to read it and go.
The nurse laughed and said I had to go.
I can’t help it. Let’s go.
I was given 60 bucks. The sweet aunt told me to get out and get a job.
You’re a young man. Don’t go wandering around. Make some money.
By the way, the woman you know, he’s home to Yu. We’re sending her back in a few days!
I’m glad to hear that. The crazy woman has a home. It’s best if he gets home.
I turned down 60 bucks, left, and the sound of the door came back, and I lay down on the fence and looked at their backs.
They’re good people.
Listen to the sound in the shelter, and suddenly there is a loss, although the conditions are not too good, at least there is a bit of human.
Then I got a job, rented a house, got rid of the homeless.
Years later, I went back to my home, which was turned into a huge shopping mall.
The ruins of the past, the dilapidated buildings, no longer exist.
I was standing in a fancy supermarket, and I was still, and a cleaning lady came up and asked me, son, you’ve been standing here a long time.
What’s wrong?
“Here, once was my home. I’m sorry.
Auntie smiles. Who’s got this big family?
“Yeah, it’s big, but it was really my home. I’m sorry.
I left the mall and looked back, and I remembered the crazy woman and the nursing aunt.
Thinking of the sweet home, seeing the greasy me, the loose me.
Hey, it’s nice to see you tomorrow.
To conclude with a summary of the experience of vagrancy, please keep more records in order to keep up with the need.
Teach you how to spend nothing in a city.
As a hobo, for dinner, quit gambling and survive the crazy bar mate, let me teach you guys.
A penny doesn’t make a living.
Food is a problem, and for lack of money, food is a choice.
So how to order food is not to be aggressive, or go to a small store open by women alone, so be careful not to scare others.
It’s best to bring a little pot of its own to the trash can and find a similar container.
The restaurant usually chooses for dinner. The hotel is busy. I can’t talk to you.
Get in there and tell the boss, I’m hungry, I want some food, I want some leftovers.
If you don’t give it to me, turn around, don’t mess with people, say you don’t talk to me, just go and change.
There’s always a restaurant owner willing to cook for you, and I met a boss willing to make me a new meal.
But nobody yells at me. I’m a tough-looking guy. I’m usually told I didn’t.
Remember, food is for survival. Don’t argue with people.
Don’t hurt anyone, don’t scare anyone, let’s change the house.
The second option is to go to the local veggie fast, to eat in the various monk restaurants, which are all vegetarian and free of charge.
The dishwashers and the cooks are Sinfor volunteers and the food is very simple.
There are many big cities. You have to ask questions first, and then you can ask if you need help to brush your dishes.
There’s usually no money to go to a restaurant like this, but there’s a collection box at the door, and there’s usually some money.
You don’t give anything, nobody says anything. It’s a semi-Charitable Hotel.
And beware not of the leftovers, which belong to the assembly of the Buddhists and waste the food, and they will say:
Eat as much as you can.
But when I’m small, I usually eat, throw a garbage or something, and I carry it back.
No one knows if the leftovers from the garbage cans are spoiled or contaminated.
If you get sick, we don’t have the money to treat it.
Secondly, if there is no money to go to sleep, it is recommended to drill the tunnel, not the old one, and others will come home at night to scare others.
It is recommended that the new sector be drilled, less tightly managed, and run upstairs to find a smaller floor or simply to the top floor.
I went to bed on the roof, and no one was cooler or colder at night and suggested a blanket to go back.
I don’t like the kind of room that drills the ATMs, people come in, the doors slamm, the noise.
And if we don’t go, we’ll probably get the cops.
Three, the heating problem, the heating problem, is mainly to make clothes, and no one can be naked these days, mostly wearing less and colder.
It is recommended that more trash cans be searched and that old old ladies who pick up garbage ask where there are thrown-out blankets and go pick up one night to sleep.
Attention, sleeps at night without a wind mouth and gets sick the next day, even if it is colder.
Remember, never get sick. If you get sick, it’s a fatal blow for the homeless.
The average person gets a cold, which may take a week, while the harsh environment of vagrancy is likely to cause a cold to continue intermittently for a month, thus turning into serious diseases.
Avoiding disease is the first priority of the homeless. You cannot afford to gamble, nor can you bet.
iv. The issue of drinking water, a type of government enterprise that can go to the local area, is now able to borrow toilets free of charge.
If you go in there and fetch water, they won’t say anything. They’ll ask you why you do it, and you’ll say, “You can’t live, you want water, you can’t have money.”
You’re a son and daughter of China, and the government staff won’t be too hard on you and don’t be too embarrassed just to get some water.
Fifthly, it is a matter of money, and it is a matter of opportunity to suggest that we stabilize and find a job, even if we can.
I’m here to teach you a way, if it’s summer, to find those tattoos that come together.
Let’s give them a toast to your brother. He’s drunk, he might throw you 30 or 50.
But I rarely do that. I’m tough. It’s hard.
Earlier in the year, when there was no money, there were some local punks who asked me to help out.
I’ve given up and tried to buy my force. Don’t even think about it.
In the end, I don’t think you can guess what I’m doing to earn money later.
There’s a chance later.
If you’re in silver, go to the internet.
Don’t lose hope in life, think about ending it, and don’t be shy.
There’s a lot of good people in the world. You’re really hard to see.
“No one’s money is recommended.
It is best to find work soon.
If you can find a job, don’t wander. It’s hard to live in exile.
In the end, I hope you’ll get through this and trust me if you can’t eat.
You can’t buy a box of food without a hook. Document number: YXX1v6M5zJAcg2pRw9AFPjP1
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
