I ask this in all seriousness, not to promote anything like Bum Fights or spark hatred towards bums. I'm seriously interested in if anybody can give a first hand account of this process and look back on it now with a little bit of humor and insight. What got me thinking about this was this time my buddy and I were hanging out in San Clemente, CA; and we met this bum down by the peir. But he wasn't just any bum, he was a new bum. He obviously had just started bummin', his clothes were nice hands were almost clean..etc. etc. I think we were the first people he was trying to harass to tell you the truth. But it was wierd, it was like it was his first day off the job and his first day on his new job of being a bum. Did it happen suddenly? Did he know it was coming? I'd love to hear a harrowing tale of bravery in the face of such adversity, and if you could make it funny, that would lighten up the serious subject matter. Stories about people you know who became bums are welcome as well, as long as they made it out of the bum world, unless of course you want to depress everybody.
i have not, but i used to work with a guy here (brokerage) that was a professional bum. he was a bum in the SLC area for like 6 years before he moved to san antonio. after 6 years, he came to our office and applied, in full bum gear and aroma, and we hired him! he worked here, i think, for about 3 years or so, and was an above average broker (somewhere around 36-50K+ annually). as a side note, he and i have remained friends since he left the firm. he's actually an extremely brilliant guy who is now focusing on japanimation, music, etc. give the guy a computer and some graphical/musical software (Bryce, etc.) and he'll blow your mind.....
That's hilarious, did he have a house or anything like that? I've often dreamed about just giving up all possesions. Don't have the kajonas to do it though.
SYLVIA: I know this coffee table, it's George Costanza's. ESTELLE: It's mine. I'm his mother. SYLVIA: Oh, I haven't seen George for a while. He must be working very hard. ESTELLE: George doesn't work. He's a bum. That's why he lives at home with us. SYLVIA: He does?
"Anybody can be a bum. All it takes is the right girl, the right friends and the right bar. Your friends will see you off, man. They will christen your dumpster for you." - Bill Hicks For the funniest stuff on bums ever, get B. Hicks' record Dangerous and listen to the track about when he first moved to NYC.
