But if I die on the streets living in a cardboard box then it was still a hell of a ride and well worth it. (Galaxy Quest's Fred Kwan, "That was a hell of a thing!!!"
Maybe my siblings, kids, and their husbands, wives, and significant others enjoy or tolerate my company enough that I could never be homeless. I don't require much more maintenance than a family dog. I can subsist on a diet of rice and beans and random veggies and fruits forever. I buy my clothes in thrift stores, I find my treasures in the trash, I'll avoid expensive medical care, and I often agree to work a reasonable dog would refuse. I have a drivers license, I can answer phones, I can cook, I can fix and clean toilets, and I can repair automobiles or find an honest mechanic.
The backstop of my life is, that as a young man, I've been mentally ill and homeless. I know how to be one of the invisible people, it's my natural state. Modern meds have helped immensely and they are (at last!) generic. I've experienced some rough times when the meds that kept me sane and breathing were costing over $500 a month. Those days are past.
There are many aspects of our modern society that are extremely broken.
That the job applications and resumés of anyone who's not currently or very recently employed are thrown in the trash is one of those broken things.
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