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A: Homeless.
This was a joke I'd heard in the mid 90's. After hearing it I couldn't laugh. I was the punchline. So now, (about ten years later) I enjoy hearing the stories of other couch surfing punks. The craziest predicaments I once found myself in. Now I can look back on and laugh. I'd like to hear yours.
Here are a few quick whips.
I once spent the night in a graveyard in Boise. Jumped a train from Nevada to Arizona. Sold my hoodie (covered in band patches) to a cop. Interrogated by CHP while on acid. Ate stale bagels and water for a week while on my way to Canada.
This was a joke I'd heard in the mid 90's. After hearing it I couldn't laugh. I was the punchline. So now, (about ten years later) I enjoy hearing the stories of other couch surfing punks. The craziest predicaments I once found myself in. Now I can look back on and laugh. I'd like to hear yours.
Here are a few quick whips.
I once spent the night in a graveyard in Boise. Jumped a train from Nevada to Arizona. Sold my hoodie (covered in band patches) to a cop. Interrogated by CHP while on acid. Ate stale bagels and water for a week while on my way to Canada.
