you can’t roller skate in a buffalo herd
But you can bang on hard drives.
I could so learn to love a rich woman.
What do you call an annoying groupie who tags along with musicians?
A drummer.
I’m rich.lol.
Pack your bags. Take your last $500 (or whatever a one-way ticket to Hawaii costs these days.) Move to Hawaii.
Now I might be out-of-date on this. When I was last there (mid-1980s) there was no law against vagrancy in Honolulu. There were homeless people living in the parks. Mostly, they didn’t bother anybody (much) and mostly nobody bothered them.
That is a life-style to be envied! No kidding. The weather in Hawaii is warm and comfortable all year round. It rains a lot and you get wet a lot. But even in the middle of winter, the rain is comfortably cool, not bone chilling cold. You could live in comfort like that there. (ETA: I spent part of one Christmas day there, outside in pouring rain, wearing nothing more than swimming shorts, feeding the dolphins.)
There are large public parks along the beach, right in town. There are food vendor stands. There are Teeming Millions of Tourists. They buy box lunches at the food stands and roach coaches, eat half of them, and throw the rest in the trash. You could live like a king in the parks, dining sumptuously out of the trash cans. I’ve seen it done.
There was a dude living in Kewalo Basin and Ala Moana Park who did that. We all called him Bonzai. He had a buddy too. Once I saw him and his buddy having a banquet – they were sitting on the ground in a parking lot, dining in style, using beat-up hubcaps for plates.
I don’t know if you can still do that. In the ever-growing paranoia of recent decades (especially, to make the touristy areas look good to the tourists), I’d be surprised if that’s still allowed. I’d bet they have vagrancy laws now, even in Hawaii. Shame, if so.
Not sure how well-fed they were during the rainy season. Not so many tourists there then, and they aren’t out in the parks then so much.
ETA2: Oh, and yeah, the guy banged on drums, or hubcaps, or whatever, sometimes.
Wanna hang out? Old or new money?
ETA: you have pretty eyes.
There are kitchens and such in the downtown area of Honolulu where they can get a meal. I myself did some volunteer work at Waikiki Health Clinic, I think it was called. What you say is largely true. When we lived there, I knew one guy who almost became homeless. Said he even had a spot on the beach picked out. But he managed to reverse his fortunes in time.
However, it’s pretty rough there for homeless haoles (white boys). I recall there were problems with homeless ethnic Hawaiians and other minorities venting their anger and frustration on the haole homeless, since they were seen as the only representatives of The Man whom they could pretty much stomp on with impunity.
Take this job and shove it…
Wait…I’m laid off. Whooohoo? 
New money, I’m kind of still earning it, and I cough may have exaggerated a great deal.
(seriously, kayaker that was well done. I laughed out loud.)
Kiwis come to Australia and get on the dole.
sigh
I spent all day Wednesday trying to get delinquent contributors to send their data. Got some, but…
Thanks for the files, only we do need the addresses in the Customer file. (Replacement file sent, data eventually processed.)
Files from Quickbooks. What a pain! And the contributor can never remember how to generate them in the first place. (Got it processed, but I suggested to the boss that it would be more efficient to have my coworker enter the data manually, after which I can run the reformats.)
Nice file, but none of the aging columns add up to the balances. Not to mention duplicates.
Two files that are normally trouble-free came through with only the header records.
Weird couple of days. And it’s chilly and wet out. I’d like to take the day off, but I have two programs that I need to write before the datalanche starts on Monday.
First, get a front porch. A rickety wooden deck hanging off the front of your trailer will do.
Second, flip open a couple lawn chairs and set the ice cooler full of beer between them.
Third, call your guitar-playing friend.
Fourth, find something you can drum on. A diaper on a squiggly kid will do, providing you can afford plastic (disposable diapers.) They’ve got a nice “tacky” sound for thrumming fingers.
What do you call a musician without a girlfriend?
Homeless.
Serious about your eyes, tho!