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Should have been Trump's campaign anthem

I DUG THE POSTS. PAPI COULD THROW A SHOUT OUT TO THE NIGGAS THAT PROPELLED HIM IN THE EARLY DAYS NIGGA. IS WHAT IT IS WEAK ASS NIGGA!! probably just nostalgia clouding the reality

I miss the Mero posts. He was pretty open about most things.

am i the only one watching deesus and mero thinking mero's throw is wack as fuck?

What you had? What you got? Where we at? This year we step up the game. I'll embarrass myself 1st. 1st song i heard this year We can do better.

merry kwanzcamasannukkha. you'll be in my neck of the woods, zeus willing. hit me up but mostly be safe man. Them ghost deer are plotting.

@davechester I can't find i streaming anywhere and don't know how to do it. Sorry. I will look for railroad semantics.

We're just sluts and living like scumfuck alley trash

Messaged you some details.

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I need one of them kick ass hobo names. Bask just doesn't cut it. Even their dogs have better names.

Trains and Locomotives: Illinois Junctions Part 2

and if you have a chance to see Long Gone, awesome hobo documentary.

Good on ya brother. As a man of my word, I said what I meant and meant what I said. My spot is a rest area on the road and would be honored to meet you. You got me thinking. I look in my closet and I couldn't fit another t shirt in there when not so long ago I got superstitious about owning 7 changes of clothes. It would be such a pain in the ass to get rid of that nevermind owning property. I was a firm believer in don't own more than you carry on your back for 3 miles because sooner or later you are going to have to. My bug out bag drives my wife crazy. Get at me.

Safe travels and keep us posted man.

That's right. I just went YELP on various homeless shelters. St. Louis missions all suck. cool town and you're better off outdoors. The New Life Evangelic Center should be condemned, over capacity and staff is more likely to rip you off than anyone. Larry Rice is a con artist and there is a special place in hell for him. Harbour Light is OK if you can survive the trip to get there. Sketchy neighborhood even by my standards. Not far from the Rose Lake yard but cameras everywhere. The Sacramento Gospel Mission looks like a max security prison. Fenced and razor wired to hell. Getting to it is a scene from a zombie flick. Didn't even get to the sign in before saying no thanks. Not sure if Loaves and Fishes is still running. They had got sued for feeding too many people. It was an open air homeless yard sale. Anything you needed for the road was for sale. Packs, camp cookware, showers, crack. Anything you want

@KaBar2 I can only imagine how liberating throwing those shackles must be. I've had many Sally meals and beds over the course of a lifetime. They are a decent outfit as far as charity goes. Can't knock another man's hustle so i get they have to live too. There's not a whole lot of help for men out there. The Sally in Springfield, IL made us get food stamps and 'donate' them, the prices on the shit they sell is set in stone. I don't see why donated items' prices are non negotiable but whatever. I've said since the second night I stayed there that if I ever got to a point where I could, I'd happily give the Medford Gospel Mission a grip of funds. They did more for me out on the road than the rest combined. I rolled into Medford with 8 cents, 2 packs of cigarettes, a friend and a road pack. They put us up in a clean bed, good shower, food that I would have paid full price for, and didn't judge. When I got a gig cleaning a candy factory, they'd flex the hours so I could come in after hours and let me sleep during the normal "out hours". Since I had a job, the policy of only staying 21 days didn't apply so in 2 moths I had enough saved up to head out again in style. Peoria, IL is a bum's paradise. Not much for work but The Safety Net will let you stay as long as you want, the Gospel mission takes you to the breakfast buffet on Sunday if you don't mind going to a rich church and put on display as proof of their good works, 5 hot meals a day if you plan your route just right and easy grainers leaving all times day and night from ADM. The Galesburg Gospel Mission and Women's Shelter in Galesburg, Iisn't a bad place to rest up for a night but they really don't want you to leave. Decent meal, comfortable beds, clean and a short walk from the BNSF yard. Hang out for a couple days and they will hook you up with close to new clothes. Volunteer to unload donations and make a quick $5. enough for 2 pouches of Tin Star tobacco and a pack of papers. The Jacksonville Beach mission is awesome. No beds but more food than you can eat, free laundry and hygene supplies. Fuck all the downtown missions. No services, lice and bed bug infested shitholes. The YMCA offers day pass trials almost indefinitely for showers and free coffee. The jungle on the St. John River by CSX HQ is nice. Dude manning the drawbridge is an asshole and will call the cops on you but it's easy enough to avoid him. Lots of bamboo and a few shelters only needing a tarp to throw over the frame and the day labor trucks drive around begging for people to work. $100 a day easy. It's been said "Nashville was the roughest but I know I've said the same about them all". Nashville was the roughest. They've heard every hard luck story since the Depression and they don't care about you at all. Move along.

http://www.eastbayexpress.com/oakland/living-on-the-streets-of-oakland/Content?oid=4037320 My road dog ytry. I gave him that name and he ran with it. Somewhere in an Atmosphere lyric is "You can't do what I do so why try?" And it's a fact. I came off the road and home bumming wasn't his style. Last time I saw him was giving him a ride to the Amtrack station so he could get to Chicago. 4 days later I get a call that he was in LA and loving life. He found his people. Didn't hear from him again for 5 years. Nobody did. Not his mom, not me, not his brother, anyone. He liked his booze and loved his heroin so we figured he was a john doe in LA and nobody gave a fuck. Not ytry. he made a life under that bridge. He had electric and TV. His hustle was jacking copper, bit into a live wire and asking god "what the fuck?" before he hit the ground. Left behind a girlfriend and a 6 month old baby boy that no one here knew existed. The theorists say dude that owned the building was tired of the rats and turned the power on, I say he got sloppy and paid for it. Seen him have a few close calls. I know i am right. Just passed 1 year since he fried. His 'buddies' split and left him. waited a half hour to send an anonymous tip with a general idea where he was. I get it. you OD, your ass gets dumped in an alley. Common knowledge and accepted. I'm not mad at them at all. Life on the streets isn't pretty. Anyone in Oakland know where this bridge is? any info would be appreciated. JT is the one on the bike in the article.

Hoisting a few on the main would be cool as hell. I've never kicked it with someone that actually knew what was going on. Me and my boy ytry (RIP) took this thread and ran with it. We'd have never known about the Rail Atlas, about scanners, how to read a train, had the balls to talk the workers, known what the bulls drove, any of that. I studied this shit for a couple of years. Even reading this, we made every rookie mistake possible. You'd have beat our ass and said fuck off rookies. I mean we were pacing a stinker t 20 mph our 1st hop. Not far from one of the worst missions I've been to was in Nashville we found a switchbox (metal box tnear the switch?) where a tramp painted Birmingham to the right, Chatanooga to the left, a coal train stopped about 1/4 mile up the tracks toward Chatanooga. We ran up as fast as we could, not knowing it was going to sit there for another hour and climbed in 3 cars from the back. We sat there studying the Rail Atlas, convinced at any moment we were going to get chased off, plotting escape routes and wondering if we just fucked up. By all rights, we did. we had 2 meals worth of food, no water, a half gallon of whiskey, and no clue. The train airs up and we take off just as it starts snowing. Fortunately I 'borrowed a blanket but turns out that though dirty, a coal car is a comfortable ride. Better than the back of a pickup. We could have a conversation at normal volume, roll a smoke etc. The train pulls into the TVA and we know we don't want to be there so we bail in the middle of mowhere, 35 miles out of Chatanooga and we start walking. it's warmer down there and the no water thing is coming into play. we make about 11 miles up the tracks to a small town and crash under the bridge. we wake up sometime in the middle of the night and see a Burger King still open, go to get water, and get hassled by the local gentry. They ask if we were on the train and as I said no, my guy says yes. we get told to get back under the bridge and if they see us in their town again, we are going to jail. Much whiskey and a nap later we start down the tracks again. A train passes us and slows way the hell down and the dude driving the train throws us each 2 bottles of water. Best, coldest water I ever drank and maybe a half mile later, a train going our way stops for no apparent reason. we climb on and immediately headed back out. rode that bad boy all the way through ATL to JAX FL. 19 hours across GA. No reason we should have survived but that started the next 3 years of getting better at what we did