tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7934331205391512242024-02-06T20:46:26.492-08:00CrustypunksPhotographs by Steven HirschUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793433120539151224.post-15218155960322293112014-12-30T19:51:00.001-08:002017-05-07T07:06:28.690-07:00<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793433120539151224.post-22047199389414570862014-04-26T18:23:00.000-07:002014-04-26T18:23:05.068-07:00"I don't know what these cops are doing. Fucking assholes."<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtvXWhzwc5t3Q3-gfyZalfXcX1pPwAznV97qK36FXlFmyCzw9LtZEWrwFo0lKdZ0g4BbBSO77dlcqPEVbHgJoDvvLXMAxqkBHQtaDu0mIAZvt6WDV4xTbkxGOufvQ_3_KxzeF7J4XzGsYN/s1600/blog.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtvXWhzwc5t3Q3-gfyZalfXcX1pPwAznV97qK36FXlFmyCzw9LtZEWrwFo0lKdZ0g4BbBSO77dlcqPEVbHgJoDvvLXMAxqkBHQtaDu0mIAZvt6WDV4xTbkxGOufvQ_3_KxzeF7J4XzGsYN/s400/blog.jpg" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506136333135769026" style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" width="425" /></a><span style="font-family: inherit;"> I got a hundred dollars from Denzel Washington in Venice Beach, California. In my first month traveling. It was really cool. Like the day before these kids jumped me. Kicked me in my face. Took all my money. So that sucks man. Actually he was really cool. Pounded knuckles with him and stuff. Talk for like five or ten minutes. He was really nice.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I don't know what these cops are doing. Fucking assholes. I've met cool cops, I mean. A good majority that I met do suck but there's a lot of cool cops. I can't hate on them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Like today we got caught at our squat where we were sleeping and the cops they just, "they're like I don't care what you do. Just leave. Just don't ever come back." They didn't even care so. Under this bridge. Under the Williamsburg Bridge. In this big fenced in area. They didn't say anything really. They just told us to move. So really really can't hate all coppers. Those cops seemed like assholes a little bit.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I guess they were down there shooting up. Cops walked up on them. Just busted them. Yeah kicked them out of New York. It's crazy. I'm surprised they didn't take them to jail or anything. Anywhere else. It's crazy out here. Up north it's crazy. In Texas, that type of stuff don't go. Certain towns. They'll either like, if you were to talk back to them, like certain towns, like Austin or something they would definitely try to rough you up a little bit. Or would have definitely took you to jail. Yeah they definitely got lucky on that.</span></div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793433120539151224.post-91486784754383578952014-04-26T18:19:00.000-07:002014-09-19T19:24:19.286-07:00"Tried living in a house a few times. It's just garbage."<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I've been on the road, this is my fourth year. But on and off, you know I tried going back to school. Tried living in a house a few times. It's just garbage. It doesn't work for me. I windup getting into way too much trouble and or just going insane in my own brain cause I can't handle all that bull crap. Like having to do stuff for people, like having to feeling the necessity to do everything. Make money. Stress. Too much stress. Like people trying to tell me what to do all the time and what you're supposed to do rather then what you want to do. And I'm not like, when you're younger you think it's supposed to be like, all that like teenage angst and everything or whatever. But once you're not a teenager anymore, it just becomes like part of life that you wanna get away from, all that crap cause it just makes you crazy. It makes people wanna kill people.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And my friends are awesome. People on the road are awesome. Life; you get to live it like one step at a time. In our lives that we live; we live day by day like every second is fate and it's like happening right in front of us. Like we don't have anything. We don't have anything we need or want, we just kinda like go around and just like, it falls into place. Manifestation. I'm sure you've heard about manifestation. Wanting something and then like, knowing that you're going to get it I guess. Like knowing it's going to happen and then it does happen. Knowing that you're not going to go hungry. You can't go hungry. So you're automatically going to get fed. Knowing you're going to have a place to sleep. You're automatically going to have a place to sleep. Like a lot of people think that it's scary but it's not even scary. Cause it's like, fuck.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Cause none of us try. But look at how happy we are. How we just get to like; we get everything, we get everything. It's not like we're asking for everything. Boom. I don't know how to explain it. I don't know how to explain it other then that, if you know what I mean. It's like cut into the ground already and we're just falling after it. I just feel like this is my job. This is like my job, when your job is to do what you do. The president's job is to do what he does and you know everybody's got a job and maybe mine's not one you get paid for but it's still a job. I get to go around and meet everybody and talk to people and tell them about, about this and I don't know. I feel like it's my job. I dunno. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I do. I do get paid for what I do. You know what I mean. I get paid, just because people don't understand me so automatically. Automatically when you think like someone is in trouble, you offer them money. It's like the world just doesn't understand us. What you don't understand your either scared of or you just like. That's why I think everyone's scared of us. They just don't get our life is completely different, But yes we should get paid for it and I think we all do. And that's why we keep doing it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Confusion, fear, anger. Mostly confusion. Then second anger and then third, like fear kind of. Cause like the angers like, Ifd feel like probably like sixty percent of people wished they had done this themselves. At least went out, not necessarily what I do because I've been doing it for four years right. But at least when I got out of high school and stuff. At least like wished they had went traveling and seeing the country where your born in, where you've grown up your whole life. Like I don't watch the news but I still know what's going on. And I'm not scared because I am like the news. I get to see what's really going on. Even though I don't get to hear about huge things like shootings and stabbings, do I want to surround myself with that kind of information all day? Do I want to live in fear every single day? Not particularly. I'd rather just like go, be smart, be safe. You know what I mean? And you definitely have to be smart to do what we do, even though we might seem like a bunch of dumb ass people because we like to have fun and whatever but. You have to be smart otherwise your going to wind up another headline in the news. I wouldn't change anything for the world. But I wish people would realize we're not here to hurt anybody.</span></div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793433120539151224.post-21872245301057027922012-02-09T09:36:00.000-08:002014-04-09T17:17:15.536-07:00"When it comes to the concept of modesty, fuck modesty!"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibAWEFqJZ53T6i10QI9J8HsuqkisDbrAY_5dMl5JR2a6nSFC4sK7oAMrfVnDSXqBzGQao5ijG7aJM15hvgpWVjfm7MBs8SYlNapuqx6AYf5Fz-HZdqXJ9kdU78ap2UDf7SqDLjOWPncnYi/s1600/blog.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibAWEFqJZ53T6i10QI9J8HsuqkisDbrAY_5dMl5JR2a6nSFC4sK7oAMrfVnDSXqBzGQao5ijG7aJM15hvgpWVjfm7MBs8SYlNapuqx6AYf5Fz-HZdqXJ9kdU78ap2UDf7SqDLjOWPncnYi/s400/blog.jpg" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501599419107103154" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" width="425" /></a>Basically, you probably won't be able to tell by looking at me, but I chose to live the lifestyle of a transient and a vagabond based upon on all my studies that I've done at school. I went through three years of philosophy and history. I went through three different majors. History, pre-law, criminal science and uh an english major. I've been on the road like this for three and a half years going on four. But I've only been really hopping and leaving my home state for about two years now. It's hard to explain exactly what happened when I decided to go on, like decided to just stop living and corresponding with real society but it probably had to do with getting kicked out of my last college when I was majoring in pre-law. I was going into constitutional law and criminal justice. I was gonna be basically the public defender. I was shooting to get public defender and environmental law. I was doing really good in school. Actually I had really good grades and all of my teachers that I worked for their classes loved me. But I didn't get along with the religious department and I didn't get along with any of the security. One day when I was wearing my old vest that had a giant fuck you back patch on it and a bullet belt security cornered me on school and said that I wasn't allowed to dress on school the way I was dressed. I wasn't allowed to speak my mind. And it came to me like well I'm paying what twenty five thousand a year for an education in a system where they don't even respect who you are. I'm not going to take that bullshit, fuck them. So I grabbed my shit. Walked to my teachers class and said, "thanks to your security guards I'm dropping out of school." And I turned my back and walked out of the classroom. I haven't stopped learning. I mean every day I'm picking up a new book or studying some new oddball fact. Like my old road dog Trashcan used to call me Infidel. Because I was one an infidel because I would always go against the grains of society. Because I was fucking smart as shit and I had this random like knowledge that no one else would, no one else would actually think to learn or study. I could come up with some random weird ass fact to any quote that they would do but if you asked me how to fix a car. You ask me like numbers or science I don't understand those. I'm dyslexic when it comes to numbers I guess. But when it comes to philosophy, when it comes to history, when it comes to common sense, when it comes to surviving. I'm pretty, I'm pretty smart when it comes to that. And when it comes to the concept of modesty, fuck modesty! Know who you are and be as bad ass as you can fucking be. And if you know that you're a bad ass, just fucking say it and just be ok with it. Don't gloat about it but be like you know; yeah I know that. I'm good. I know what I'm doing and I'm good like that. Yeah it sounds cocky. It sounds arrogant. Sometimes you just got to be an asshole to get by.<br />
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You know I don't have a house. I don't want a house. I see no reason to have to pay three hundred thousand dollars or more for the rest of your fucking life for four walls and a roof. I got a sleeping bag, a tent and a dog and I'm probably warmer and happier in that then you are in your comfy house with your tv.</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793433120539151224.post-40003266197588494742011-07-13T07:13:00.000-07:002017-05-07T07:04:41.288-07:00"No one's better then the god damn dog."<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">I'm never good with computers, never good with words, never good with pictures. Just kinda do what I do and I do how I do it.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I need food and water. I need nothing but what I can carry and what has been given by the gift of the earth. The earth gave us everything we need. Either you're too lazy to take it or you're just gonna die. There's no more law. There's no more naturalistic law in this country. What happened to hunting and gathering? What happened to being a human being? What happened to being an animal? We were animals but we think we're better. No one's better then the god damn dog.</span><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793433120539151224.post-57918974453940722712011-07-12T10:40:00.000-07:002014-09-19T19:24:59.005-07:00"Fuck the police, I got it tattooed on my arm, ha ha."<span style="font-family: inherit;">Last week I got arrested for sitting at the chess tables not playing chess. Now it's a public park and there's twenty only chess tables open. If someone needs to play chess at my table I would have gladly moved. The officer had no right. That's no charge. It's shit. And there's twenty other Yuppies sitting there eating their picnic lunches and they let them all go. They arrest me and two of my friends. It's segregation. To fucking hell with the Yuppies. I grew up here. I'm gonna die here. And hopefully I won't die soon. But I feel like it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I don't give a fuck about the police. Fuck the police, I got it tattooed on my arm, ha ha, I go where I wanna go. But I think they really disrespected me in my own neighborhood. I was getting arrested daily when Lt. Corcoran was working, I have thirty or more assaulting police officers, two assaulting federal officers, four other assaults, most of my shit is just assault or discon, discon, discon, discon, discon, it is what it is. The EMT's know me, the whole hospital staff knows me, everybody loves me, but I shouldn't be so fucked up, and I wish I could be a better person, it is what it is, I'm me.</span><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793433120539151224.post-59626562515203536132011-07-12T08:10:00.000-07:002014-09-19T19:26:00.416-07:00"I just like find bones along the tracks."<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-unvoWMALRAM20lyqkXErCCCxT3GEj2-7Ls-KQW66sKm2KPwbzNGJD_KBTjGhaHdmX6r6p9t16j6FKWxc5X_uazDJcd5vNdA4vrM9u62WiP-OVp9e4na2itky4YITBpKiaheZJ4-sHW7x/s1600/_DSF0438.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-unvoWMALRAM20lyqkXErCCCxT3GEj2-7Ls-KQW66sKm2KPwbzNGJD_KBTjGhaHdmX6r6p9t16j6FKWxc5X_uazDJcd5vNdA4vrM9u62WiP-OVp9e4na2itky4YITBpKiaheZJ4-sHW7x/s400/_DSF0438.jpg" height="640" width="424" /></a><span style="font-family: inherit;">I sew a lot. I sew bones on my clothes. I just like find bones along the tracks. I like made this whole skirt out of scratch. Find them and hold on to them till I can think of something to do with them. Think the big ones are from deers, like most of the vertebrae and the small ones are from cats. Maybe a possum. I know that one right here is an armadillo.</span><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793433120539151224.post-33018811173752351952011-07-04T08:49:00.000-07:002014-09-19T19:37:56.496-07:00"I have no desire to do anything ever."<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793433120539151224.post-73173467757523389402011-07-03T18:18:00.000-07:002014-09-19T19:28:29.833-07:00"Does it really fucking matter?"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRTTyKU_6TPLiYvLkahakQjbOP2NO4F245sMj6b7B7wHRD4kGW6npzD9LiifZ7NAqF5EQP7SXxzPTN515VXBDW5OTVJBcxVLOmr6Y0HBtIj8AwGlMWcpDa0eTcAirVvrxPdZo9RVDqDhYL/s1600/_DSF1145.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRTTyKU_6TPLiYvLkahakQjbOP2NO4F245sMj6b7B7wHRD4kGW6npzD9LiifZ7NAqF5EQP7SXxzPTN515VXBDW5OTVJBcxVLOmr6Y0HBtIj8AwGlMWcpDa0eTcAirVvrxPdZo9RVDqDhYL/s400/_DSF1145.jpg" height="640" width="425" /></a><span style="font-family: inherit;">Fucking hanging out. Day in New York. I came up here to meet with Road Dog. It's my fault that we're not together now, cause I was supposed to go meet him awhile ago. When I see him, I see him and then we're together again. Then we hang out in New York till we don't fucking feel like it anymore. Plans are plans. Does it really fucking matter? We'll go somewhere.</span><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793433120539151224.post-28838150777379957242011-07-03T18:00:00.000-07:002014-09-19T19:38:37.982-07:00"I'd just rather sleep under the stars."<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793433120539151224.post-6210505277071681642011-06-27T13:15:00.000-07:002014-09-19T19:40:18.753-07:00"Everybody's fucking robots, everywhere I go there's fucking robots."<div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-hzXX5N2CICkvhb9Wrp2T7up_K4_ztpCDNaDd8wgektJEITlJkLtk8mVhe2ArPOVO73lu5mt3lp8Vy58jz61FRtn9brtrkJXQzl3rmTKxLMWYuhLsaHxnSWzodluIVn6j7cxwXyzTP86/s1600/_DSF0477.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-hzXX5N2CICkvhb9Wrp2T7up_K4_ztpCDNaDd8wgektJEITlJkLtk8mVhe2ArPOVO73lu5mt3lp8Vy58jz61FRtn9brtrkJXQzl3rmTKxLMWYuhLsaHxnSWzodluIVn6j7cxwXyzTP86/s400/_DSF0477.jpg" height="640" width="424" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I've just been traveling, around traveling around. I just want to see all fifty states and all the capitals so I can get the fuck out of this country and never come back. Fucking hate it here. Everybody's fucking robots, everywhere I go there's fucking robots. I swear to God. Have you been to Times Square lately? I scream at people. One one zero zero one one zero zero, cause they're fucking robots. I hate them. I cannot wait to get out of this fucking country. I just travel around, get drunk, get wasted and have a good fucking time. I do what the fuck I want. Go where the fuck I want. Living the life, living the dream. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">About a month ago. I've gone three and a half months without a shower before. Doesn't bother me. Why would you have to buy body odor? You make it. I get really mad at people who yell at me on the bus. You know you fucking smell like a chemical you bought in the store. I smell like what? What God wanted me to smell like. If your God wanted me to smell like flowers under my armpits, fucking flower smell would come out of my armpits. No, this is the smell that comes out. The only reason you can smell it is you're so busy trying to cover it up. I don't smell these kids. Sometimes I smell them and like damn you must smell really bad if I can smell you.</span></div>
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