Last weekend my buddy and I decided we'd try and be homeless for a few days. There was a local festival going on so we figured it would be a good opportunity to give it a try. We came up with some basic rules: No money(at least starting out), no cars(we biked), and no mooching(to like friends, etc). We started at 3 in the afternoon and we biked to the grocery store to get some free samples, grapes, bread, oranges. We even sweet talked the bakery lady to give us some cookies. We then proceeded to head down to the festival only to stalk some lady eating a blooming onion for like 30 minutes. We waited till she left(to like the porta-potty or some isht and snatched that mofo right up. This had to be one of the nastiest blooming onions ever. Not only had the lady just been sitting there for like 30 minutes making it cold, she ate all the good parts! All that was left was the uncooked soggy onions. Needless to say I went to a booth to get some ketchup to try and mask the grossness. We were sitting down eating when the same lady comes back and is just watching us scarf down on this sick-nasty deep-fried POS. She gives us the weirdest "WTF" stare and we burst out laughing and ran away. After another drip to the grocery store we figured we'd try and find some cans or someway of making money. This didn't turn out too well because we couldn't find any. Luckily on our bike rides I found two, half full Pepsi's. Chug chug. It started getting late so we were just chilling and talking to friends cause we figured it would be impossible to fall asleep outside. We didn't want to invade on real homeless people's turf a.k.a. under the bridge, hobo island(notorious hobo island sanctuary between two lengths of train tracks that go over the river), and the laundry mat. We first tried sleeping at 1:00 A.M. behind our public library on some concrete benches. After about 40 minutes it was starting to become BS because neither of us had any blankets. I can now reflect that this was a terrible idea. We tried moving to a more "comfortable" place, a beach. At first, it wasn't too bad. The sand was sort of an insulator and molded to your body. It also had its downfalls, such as the paper factory a few hundred yards away. An annoying train crossing signal would be set every 15 minutes or so and would run for about 5 minutes. Cops also patrolled the road along the beach a couple times. Sketchy. I can't put my finger on it but something was making a strange rustling noise making it pretty eerie out. The temperature finally started dropping to about 68 degrees. But, it seemed 10x cooler from the wind coming off the water. I made it to 3 in the morning, got up and finally said "Fuck this bullshit I'm going home!" My friend was pretty much on the same page. So we made it 12 hours, not too eventful but, still pretty interesting. Were any of you blades ever homeless/knew a homeless person?