The 13 Weirdest Moments in ‘Justice League’
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The 13 Weirdest Moments in ‘Justice League’ - I had moved to Montana after finishing up my worthless liberal arts degree. Choose Hope Keyring 5 5.
Most people think of homelessness in terms of -- creepy, potentially crazy people reaping the benefits of a lifetime of bad decisions. Here's what I hope you never find out... If you say you'd stay with family, what if you had just moved to a new state, away from everyone? If you say you'd crash at a friend's house, what if the only people you knew were your roommates in said apartment? If your answer is you'd go to a hotel, that might be fine for a night, but remember that the rates are 10 times what you were paying in rent, so good luck saving the cash you'll need to put down a deposit on a new apartment. After three months in a new town, it turned out my roommate's rent checks had been bouncing, and my landlord never bothered to notify us until he showed up with eviction papers. I worked a job that kept me away for a week at a time, so one day I just came home to find all my possessions boxed up in the garage. It was as simple as that -- for the first time in my life, the sun went down and I had no idea where I was going to sleep. And it was the same for the next night, and the next week, and the next month... I had moved to Montana after finishing up my worthless liberal arts degree. I moved in with some cool folks my age and started a six-month contract job. It was an AmeriCorps position with weeklong shifts working in the wilderness, building hiking trails and whatnot, followed by a week off to spend in town. I was halfway through my contract when I found myself homeless. There are people with worse stories, of course -- many homeless are mentally ill, or maybe -- the point is, the line between where you are now and sleeping in your car is much, much thinner than you think. And since I wasn't paying rent, I was pocketing the difference, which meant I could save up for a new place, right? Hell, it's so easy that you have to wonder why people bother being homeless at all! See, living on the street wouldn't be that big of a deal if you were, say, a robot. But as a functioning organism living in a society, you suddenly realize there are all of these basic needs you need to MacGyver solutions to on the fly. First up: the ability to prepare food. I had to buy a camp stove and a mess kit, which will for stuff you can be reasonably sure won't break, plus you have to continuously pay for the fuel. I didn't want to get in trouble for sleeping in town, so I drove out into the woods to sleep, which meant I had to keep buying gasoline. Then there are all of the little complications that come from, for instance, not owning a refrigerator to store food in -- and every little thing costs you. I could have gone without these things, but then that would have meant sacrificing showers, privacy, and hot food, despite having a job. And I was fortunate because it was summertime -- winter camping in Montana would have made all of this far more complicated and much more expensive it costs money to keep warm, no matter how you do it, and the odds of accidentally setting yourself on fire somehow rise exponentially. Still, I had to start buying rooms at the hostel or motel more frequently as fall set in and the weather got colder. I was working full time and taking care of no one other than myself, and I still couldn't afford to drag myself out of homelessness. Aren't there all sorts of programs to help people in that situation? Didn't I hear a pundit say that people on welfare drive Escalades? Housing assistance exists, but it's limited in scope and scale -- and to give you a better idea of how the Department of Housing and Urban Development operates, rich neighborhoods are literally getting as the poor ones, and 12 million Americans are spending more than half of their salary on housing. But what about food stamps? Well, the problem with EBT -- the food stamps card -- is that, with little exception, you can , and if you're homeless, that means it's kind of like one of those cruelly ironic wishes granted by a genie. And unless you're in California, Arizona, Florida, or Michigan, you can't use food stamps to. The Sizzler ain't for the likes of you. So if you want to eat more junk food, homelessness is great! If you don't want to die of kidney failure, though, your options are more limited, because crackers and cheese just don't keep a man going -- especially when you have to be ready for a week of physical labor. So, I used the EBT to load up on food that I needed to cook, which meant I was using my cook stove more, which meant more money spent on fuel. Plus, you're not allowed to start fires in town, obviously, so cooking often meant yet another car trip, which meant more driving and more money spent on gas. In general, it just gave me an expensive commute every day. The food stamps were helpful, obviously, in that I have no idea how I would've survived without them. But like everything else, they were severely hindered by the realities of my situation. In fact, it never occurred to me to do so until I started working on this article. That turned out to be OK, because as much help as they have been to some, a lot of the time the shelter is worse for people than just staying on the streets. There is a reason why so many prefer to sleep on park benches. First off, shelters have really strict rules and schedules, which makes perfect sense: They have to maintain organization, and their frustratingly limited resources means that it's really easy for food to get misplaced or people to be taken advantage of. The people who work there are doing amazing things with very little to work with... Many shelters are so overcrowded that people staying there have to arrive at 4:30 in the afternoon to even that night, which means cutting out of work early, which means risking losing your job, which exacerbates the problem you're trying to escape. There's also evidence that than living on the street. And that's if you can even find a shelter -- Los Angeles is the homeless capital of America, and at all. After enough time had gone by, I started realizing that the only thing harder than finding a place to sleep was finding a place to be awake. What do I mean by that? What surprised me the most about being homeless was just how much time I had on my hands. Remember: no TV, no Internet, no video games, no inviting people over to hang out tell you what, just make a list of how many of your leisure time activities require having a place to live. And at least I had a job -- but even then, it was one that had me working in the backcountry for a week at a time Great! Meals and a place to stay for a whole week! Me, I went to the library, I visited the park, I tried going hiking, I spent time at friends' houses -- but each time, I ran into problems. I was new in a small mountain town and didn't know many people all that well. As for the parks and libraries, keep in mind that I looked like shit from spending so much time in the woods and having limited access to laundry and showers. Want to guess how I wound up spending that free time? Yep, having nothing to do and nowhere to go got so stressful that I ended up finding a good source of LSD at a shitty little dive bar , and this became my last resort for filling time. I'm going to manage an acid trip! I feel so productive! The assumption is that all of these people are homeless because they're addicts -- they blew their rent money on drugs, right? But that's not always the case -- what often comes first is an especially big problem for people staying in shelters , and the boredom literally. I finally understood, in a very immediate way, why people who've been living on the street for a long time : Drugs not only get you high, but also give you a schedule and a routine. Aside from the obvious I had no disabilities or children to look after , being homeless made me aware of how much I had going for me: stuff like coming from a stable home, having a college education, knowing how to clean up after myself, and having a keen understanding of social cues -- all of that ended up being absolutely essential. Think about it: To spend a night on someone's couch and use their shower without paying 50 bucks for a motel, I had to convince people that I wouldn't steal from them, make a mess, creep out their friends, or just wear out my welcome in general. For example, I became very grateful that I'd learned how to cook -- people love having someone cook up a gourmet meal for them. Hell, just the fact that I'm a well-spoken white man with all my teeth makes all the difference when that's the face of a person who has shown up on your doorstep asking for food. They're making the lifestyle work by being clever and funny and cool to be around, with the added bonus of us never noticing that they exist. But here's the thing: The more time you spend homeless, the less likely you are to be a charming little rascal. It's hard to keep a smile on your face when you know you're just one quirk of fate away from sleeping in the dirt. It's hard to keep looking and smelling presentable when your hygiene and haircut budget is being spent elsewhere. Everything starts working against you, and you wonder how anyone ever makes it out. This is not the typical homeless person. About three-quarters of them are homeless for , using shelters only once or twice the entire time. Only -- the rest are just riding out a tough time in their life, like I was. Obviously, this completely blows apart any argument people have that relies on homeless people being lazy or making communities look bad. These aren't roving bands of shiftless, alcoholic drug addicts begging for change on the street; they're normal people who hit one or two snags while going through a life just like anyone else's. In the case of the kids which, remember, are almost half the population , they're normal kids whose parents hit snags -- they literally had no other choice or options. Pretend we wrote a dick joke here. As I said, compared to what most people go through, my experience with homelessness was pretty cushy, but I was still only able to escape it through pure luck by taking a risk and moving to Seattle when my job ended -- and I've been housed ever since. For a lot of people, they never turn that corner, and they spend the rest of their life paying for one mistake they made, or a mistake someone else made, or random goddamned chance. So, yes, I was one of the lucky ones. William Bonnie lives in Seattle with his fixie bike, Blue Dream. JF Sargent is a Workshop Moderator and Dick Joke Journalist for Cracked. Related Reading: Down for more of Cracked's Dick Joke Journalism? Next, and read about the feud between marketing and engineering that threatens to destroy us all. Feel like some holiday muckracking? Got a tip yourself, or a whistle to blow?
If you say you'd crash at a friend's house, what if the only people you knew were your roommates in said apartment. And as a nation, we are becoming less attached to owning the spaces and objects we depend upon. Yep, having nothing to do and nowhere to go got so stressful that I ended up finding a good source of LSD at a shitty little dive barand this became my last resort for filling time. Most metropolitan local councils now maintain a policy for the allocation of car sharing parking spaces. This should have been an emotionally charged moment. And when it comes to our cars, we are a nation particularly attached to the independence, autonomy and privacy of our own vehicle. I moved in with some cool folks my age and started a six-month contract hope is like car keys. Pretend we wrote a dick joke here. Related Reading: Down for more of Cracked's Dick Joke Journalism. Here's what I hope you never find out. Simple yet great 5 5.
