It was a romantic life, maybe to be looked back upon as the glory days of youth. If it was poverty, it was poverty only on paper. Poverty is mathematical equation, an expression of how muc hone can buy. What about how much we can steal? Doesn't that count for anything?!
And poverty in pocket means richness of experience. We had spend eneventful periods of our lives paying rent and long practiced the dull habit of paying for things. But those years of school, work, adn middle-class lethargy are a blur. Being "born again" for us wasn't finding "God," but shedding convenience. Then life began, and since then we remember each dumpster, abandoned house, and foot-shase by retail security. At night, after running aorund, plotting and scheming, our checklist items all crossed out, we paused to think---"What to do tomorrow?" and the answer was always, "As we please..."




we dumpstered, squatted, and shoplifted our lives back. everything fell into place when we decided our lives were to be lived. live serves the risk taker...








If your here, either the description intrigued you, or you already know about evasion and crimethinc. If you dislike the traditional role society puts on your back saying you must work, you must conform, you must squander your life in a pointless job doing some pointless work, then... welcome. And i suggest you read Evasion as soon as is possible.