based on my own adoptive family who raised me.

and on my experience as a hobbo.

everyone ignored me on the street except one or two people who gave me food.

I was obviously not drugged up.

no drugs, not even cigrettes, when i was hobbo. It makes it healthier by far.

I chose a good time to be hobbo: 2006, toronto.

For one month in september, before the big cold and snow.