More thoughts to cramp my fingers

During my Late youth , just out of high school, i commenced to squander great vigor. There thousands of hours spent at a 24 hour diner cold coffe and those lousy cigarettes. I lived out of my car and there were plenty of times my mobile home was not so mobile. I often dreampt of being able to travel the country and see the places and meet the people, and some how get paid for it. Now, if i was a great writer or photographer, no problembo. But ahh alas i was not. so i just kept smokin drinkin coffe and waiting. Some of you may know this way of life and you may recognize the conditions. Paranoia was a big one.When youve no place else to be , the lastt thing you want is to told to leave the place youre in. So , sitting at a coffe counter for 8 to 16 hours(no , I'm not kidding) is no small feat. Sooner or later you know the working folks will tire of you, and obviously youre not purchasing vast quantities of product, so waiting to get kiked out is alot like waiting for the other boot to fall. Now, take these circumstances, and subtract any substantial diet, add mass quantities of caffine,..... and OUALA! paranoia!
I however had wit and charm and a keen sence of self-substantiation( <--- made that one up).
I would always try to keep my hygine and personal appearance up to social standards, all while constantly finding menial tasks to justify my presance without having to actually apply for and show up on any one's schedule but my own. I never studied pschychiatry i dont even know how to spell it. But Im sure there was a name for my condition in those days. I walked around as though i was king or maybe just a prince, whose country had been stolen from him. What do you do with an unemployed king?
Me niether.
After five or six years of many mundane adventures that would fit nicely into a cops or jerry whats his nuts episode, I got off my pitty potty and steered the 1980 four cylinder monza hatchback that was my life towards prouctivity.
I'm not sure i want to spend the time typing about that, Suffice it to say, it began with staying in one town.
Now I digress. My job at this time feeds the wander lust and is truly the laymans method of acheiving the dream of travel while getting paid. But i dont spend nearly as much time int the damned coffe shop I'll tell you that!
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