No Fees, No Deposit, Move
In Today!
Trash dumpsters are sturdy
shelter in a pinch. Dirty, perhaps, but what of that then?
Wash your face, act
respectable, and walk to a part of town where buildings are lived-in and fixed,
and trash is regularly collected and hauled off. Behind the ritziest retailers
are the ritziest dumpsters. Uptown they call ‘em “waste receptacles.” Wasted
humanity can do worse.
Good choice. Clean and landscaped. |
Furniture stores throw out
bed-sized cardboard, plastic sheeting, and old furniture. Come back after
hours, climb in, wrap up, and stretch out on a busted couch.
Offices and their suppliers
toss reams of shredded paper, a good nest for humans or rats seeking snack and
warm sleep. Be careful of clothing stores’ pointy racks and hangers. Laundries,
barbershops, the various crap vendors, check each one, and live wherever smells
sweetest.
Don't get recycled just yet. |
Grocery and restaurant
trash-pods may reek of rancid vomit, but free food is regularly provided. Beware
broken glass, grease, rottenness, birds, bugs, and other mammals. Treat the
late night staff well, many are just a paycheck or two away from being your
bin-buddy.
Beware of the exclusive cardboard facilities! Sometimes they are crushed and bundled for recycling. If you are mashed in with a batch, it is worthless for recycling, and your fault. Just take some of the nicer pieces and move on.
Upscale recycling facilities with a view. |
Now that Depression Too has
settled in, all the huge construction dumpsters are lying in empty rows in the
industrial neighborhood. Not too stinky, and, with enough help, flipped
sideways and ready for immediate move-in. Can’t burn down a solid steel
shanty-town!
Always be certain which
day is trash day, obviously. Haul-truck hydraulics mash meat and bone with the
rest. Don’t do society any favors, stick around and be a bother.
Turn these on their side for easier access. Or cut the fence and try the trailers. |
Perhaps as our Empire crumbles,
a few festering U. S. metropolitan areas can join the ranks of the world’s great
cities, where the poorest poor squat and scavenge at the edges of garbage
mountains. Keep all of civilization’s waste in one place, preferably away from
the delicate senses of the rich.
Such home-grown dump slums
will bloom someday, our garbage is high grade! Why let it all go to waste? The
future armies of the poor must live somewhere. Be a pioneer, hitch a ride on
the trash truck. Think of it as getting in early on the next “boom.”
%$#@!
2 comments:
On Friday, during a 20 mile "Fuck yeah! School is postponed for a week, so I can do stupid shit like go on 20 mile runs." run, I happened upon the WM facility. That, my friend is the Ritz Carlton of dumpster living: two hundred dumpsters, along with hundreds of porta-jons lorded over by a 200 foot tall building for "waste disposal" garbage, all right smack dab in the middle of the rich fascists' mansions, broken out like acne in the surrounding forest. It may be about 4 miles out of flag; but hell livin' in a dumpster and an industrial yard at the same time, I'd say that's worth the commute.
Nice scouting job, thank you.
WM is a meme in itself, sounds like warm, woman, womb. They paint their bins green to help with their facade of environmental sensitivity.
They should assign a homeless family to each dumpster; then, when the bin is moved, give this family first rights on going with it.
For the record, running 20 miles is not stupid, we humans used to do it all the time chasing game. What's stupid is never running anywhere ever.
Thanks for reading and commenting,
Jeff the Cheap Fock
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