So my thoughts today: Running away is never as fun as it sounds. At first you're all like "YEAH! I can live with vagabonds and eat from dumpsters! The world is my toilet and nothing can stop me. I have a CAN DO attitude, how can I be stopped?" Then you get on the road and you have to live with vagabonds. You have to eat from dumpsters and relieve yourself outside. Your CAN DO attitude was crippled by the sheer weight of being homeless.

Sure, you can live under that bridge with that guy wearing the poncho that calls himself "Security", but are you really happy? I know it, you know it, Security knows it. You aren't. Drinking from a boot is not happiness and it never will be the definition of happiness.

Next thing you know, you're stealing carts from the local Wal-Mart to placate Leon, the local Hobo king. Do you want that? I don't think so.

I have to say, though, that drinking from a boot is not happiness might be the story of my life. Just sayin'.