In my middle twenties, I had fire beneath my feet. I had fire in my mind, and I could hardly sit down without burning a hole in my pants. I went on trips of all kinds and met a lot of people. I stayed low to the ground and associated with the easiest people to talk to. I met panhandlers, drifters, and people with a bag on their back. I talked to Rainbow Family, and sat with many chronic recreational drug users. Alcoholics and weirdos. I met the most and least intelligent people you could ever expect. I met people who I love today, and some who frankly scare me.
By thumb and train our paths met where I was by
bicycle or van. These are not an exclusive bunch. If you quit expecting
something of them and ask how their day is, you will see a skeleton
populate flesh as an answer is yielded.
Desperate for human contact, I tried this trick many times.