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         Dear holy joe,

         You�re obviously never going to make it as a writer.  How do you 
survive?

         holy joe replies,

         Sir.  Your lack of esteem for my writing talent is astonishing.  But I 
will answer your question anyway.  Compared to the frontiersmen who 
settled this country, I consider myself to be living in the lap of luxury.
         First of all, I have several homes.  I probably have more than you do.  
There is the Morganstern Building, that is going up on Fifth Avenue.  They 
have a portable toilet there.  I sleep in it after the construction crews 
have gone home.  The other day I had diarrhea and then the flusher broke, 
so I guess I might wait awhile before going back there (in more ways than 
one), but it was time for a change of scenery anyway.  So last night, I 
found a new elementary school that is being built, up on Oak Ridge.  They 
have a toilet there too!  So I slept in that one, wondering if any little girls 
might be using it some time in the future.  (Too bad I couldn�t install a 
camera there!)
         Now you might wonder, alright, he has a home and even a vacation 
home where lots of little girls will be running around soon, but what about 
food?  Simple.  We have Burger Kings here.  What you do is you get a cup.  
Did you ever notice that you can drink all you want at Burger King?  I go 
there in the morning and ask for a cup of water.  They give me a little tiny 
cup, so I can�t steal soda from them.  But I�m smarter than they are.  First 
chance I get, I swipe a cup from somebody who�s finished with it.  Then I 
sit there all day, using his cup to partake of the bountiful waters of 
Burger King.
         Okay, okay, that�s the drink part, but what about the food?  Ever 
notice what you�re supposed to do with your meal when you�re finished 
with it?  You�re supposed to dump the remains in the trash.  People hate 
doing that.  So I offer to do it for them.  Except that before I actually get 
to the trash can, I sit down and finish what they started.  Do that several 
times and you get quite full, belive me.  Admittedly it�s probably the cause 
of my diarrhea, but at least it gives me time to write.
         Now you might wonder how a homeless bum like me manages to post 
on the Internet.  Do I own a computer?  No, we have Kinko�s copies here.  
There�s a guy who works the night shift who wants certain unavailable 
items on the Internet (legally, I mean), but he�s too scared to get them 
himself.  So, using my knowledge of computers that I picked up at a 
community college, I get him all he wants.  Untraceably.  And I get to sit 
all night at Kinko�s, using their computer.
         Transportation.  Admittedly this is somewhat more difficult.  Not 
even truckers like giving lifts to a guy with flies swarming around him.  
But did you ever notice how big those trucks are?  It�s a long way from the 
front of them to the back.  Once I hitched a porta-potty to the back of a 
truck and went all the way across the country!  That�s when I had to figure 
out what to do with the remains of my friend Lynn Hanson.  But mostly I 
use my two feet.  That�s what God gave them to me for.  I get free exercise 
in the great outdoors, while you�re slaving away in some office.
         Then there is my social life.  We have playgrounds here.
         You�re wondering about my sex life?  We have Tower Books here too.  
Some stores don�t let people �read� for free, but I found one that does.  
Just walk up to the porno section, stick your hand in your pants, and start 
rubbing.  If you�re lucky, a cute little girl might even walk by!
         Let�s see, I think I�ve covered everything.  Oh, yes.  Showers and 
baths.  Hey man, we�ve got a river here.  If you don�t mind the sewer outlet 
that flows into it, you can get pretty clean.  I don�t like fishing (too 
messy, with hooks and all), but if I did I could probably just sleep by the 
river and fish all day.  But I�m an urban man, I like being able to enjoy the 
amenities of modern life, like Burger Kings and this computer.
         Well, I hope I have helped you learn how to survive outside the rat 
race of employment, if you should ever get up the guts to quit your job.  
But you�ll probably just stay there for the rest of your life, chained by 
your wage to your desk, a modern slave!  In my case, I shall roam the 
highways and byways, and who knows?  Sometime during the day, if I get 
diarrhea, you might see me shitting by the side of the road.  Maybe your 
daughter will see me too!

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