Be Homeless

Another accidental try out and probably the stupidest one to date. Within the past week, twice I have left work only to realize upon my door step that I left my keys in my office and now twice I have locked myself out of my apt. Sure it sucks to have to go all the way back to my office but not as much as it does to be homeless for 24+ hours.

I leave my keys on my coffee table at 7 PM on Monday night. Yes! I'm getting psyched for more stupid things I can do before the day is done. Ride down to Center City to watch the Flyers with some friends, realize I cannot lock my bike up because my key is on aforementioned key chain. Take it to a friends house and leave it inside. Then beers, chocolate vodka shots, margaritas, sangria, tequila, and huge chalice of Lionshead. Stupid Adam is locked (out) and loaded (with booze).

Wake up the next morning...at 2:30. Phone died, thus no alarm clock. Ride back to Fishtown to get my landlord's spare set of keys. Landlord has already left for the day and went home. Stupid Adam prevails! I now have no phone, no shelter, and no clue what to do. Thankfully it did not rain like the weather forecast had predicted, I had that going for me at least.

I head down to Broad and Mifflin, my buddy just moved there and he was the only one I knew that was not working. Not working because he was eating shrooms and walking around South St. Detour to Chinatown instead. No cell phone to call, no buzzer to let them know I'm outside, so I scream and throw rocks at their windows...like a homeless person. Despite my efforts no one answered.

Can't go to Fairmount (friend went to the suburbs) or Center City (both at work until 7) or South Philly (don't know anyone's specific address). I ride over to Marathon Grill to see if my friend is working. I'll sit outside, keeping an eye on my unlocked bike, eat lunch and kill time. Turns out she was there and able to give me keys to her apt. Which I gratefully accepted, ending my desperate search efforts and giving this poor peasant a roof over his head.

Slept on Drew's futon again and I met up with my landlord this morning. Showered, brushed my teeth, and peeled the sweaty stink-clothes off my body.

Be homeless, check.