You and I came up very similar then. I know the railroads and drainage ditches in my city well enough to find my way around them in complete darkness. I used to know the schedules of some of the trains but I'm sure they've changed by now. I can tell if a house is good for a squat just by looking at the front facade. Most people called us gutter punks but dirty kids works too. Street urchins, river rats (since we're by the Mississippi), or "hey you kids," whatever we're called, I know the life. The only thing keeping me calm these days is that I'm ready to slip back into that world the second shit starts getting too crazy with the squares.
There was this one moment when I was living that life in the late 90s when I was having a breakfast picnic in New Orleans in the 9th Ward on the levee d-i-r-e-c-t-l-y next to Lake Pontchartrain, and we were talking about what would happen if a hurricane hit. Even at the time I knew in my bones I was having one of those deja vu moments, but of course when Hurricane Katrina hit I was like okay what the fuck is this. I had a similar deja vu moment like that when I was squatting at a landtrust near the MARTA station in Little Five Points in Atlanta. Sometimes you can get so close to the rail that you can feel the train barreling down on you.
You and I came up very similar then. I know the railroads and drainage ditches in my city well enough to find my way around them in complete darkness. I used to know the schedules of some of the trains but I'm sure they've changed by now. I can tell if a house is good for a squat just by looking at the front facade. Most people called us gutter punks but dirty kids works too. Street urchins, river rats (since we're by the Mississippi), or "hey you kids," whatever we're called, I know the life. The only thing keeping me calm these days is that I'm ready to slip back into that world the second shit starts getting too crazy with the squares.
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There was this one moment when I was living that life in the late 90s when I was having a breakfast picnic in New Orleans in the 9th Ward on the levee d-i-r-e-c-t-l-y next to Lake Pontchartrain, and we were talking about what would happen if a hurricane hit. Even at the time I knew in my bones I was having one of those deja vu moments, but of course when Hurricane Katrina hit I was like okay what the fuck is this. I had a similar deja vu moment like that when I was squatting at a landtrust near the MARTA station in Little Five Points in Atlanta. Sometimes you can get so close to the rail that you can feel the train barreling down on you.