Reminds me of one of my favorite short stories: I’ve been homeless for six years now. If there’s such a thing as an effective homeless man, then I suppose I’m

Reminds me of one of my favorite short stories: I’ve been homeless for six years now. If there’s such a thing as an effective homeless man, then I suppose I’m effective. Being homeless is probably the only thing I’ve ever been good at. I know where to get the best free food. I’ve made friends with restaurant and convenience-store managers who let me use their bathrooms. And I don’t mean the public bathrooms, either. I mean the employees’ bathrooms, the clean ones hidden behind the kitchen or the pantry or the cooler. I know it sounds strange to be proud of this, but it means a lot to me, being trustworthy enough to piss in somebody else’s clean bathroom. Maybe you don’t understand the value of a clean bathroom, but I do. http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2003/04/21/what-you-pawn-i-will-redeem http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2003/04/21/what-you-pawn-i...