I'm alternately allured and appalled by vagabonds. They always seem to be having a good, laissez-faire sort of time, maybe on the lam from the authorities. Maybe just Authority. There's a lot of vitamin D to be had as a vagabond in the great outdoors, and vitamin D prevents cancer. Yeah, when times are good, times are grand. It's all face-tattoos and resting on a fellow nomad's shoulder.
Livin', I'd say. You even get to wear zany t-shirts to compliment your zany lifestyle. Citizens for a poodle-free Montana? Hilarious!
Then I have to think there are those other times, and I bet they're probably most times, when you pass the humid, tedious night squatting in an abandoned hovel.
Ew. That looks dirty and not much fun. However, the sun also rises. This gives Zeke more light to work by.
HYGIENE!
When you're not sleeping on a dilapidated mattress in your wretched hut or having zits popped with someone else's disgusting AIDS-fingers, you get to gut opossums or large rats -- really, any marmot -- on a cardboard box with a knife that (let's face it) probably hasn't even been wiped down since the last gutting.
What, no sanitary gloves? I'm afraid Rabies Château loses yet another star. Your establishment is currently down to negative-400-star dining. The good news is that this leaves ample room for improvement. Giving that knife a spit shine would be something. Never eating woodland varmints again would be another. The dog is looking at that palette like, "I can't be too far off."
I blame shows like Lost for creating a false vagabond impression. Those castaways make it all look so fun. Their hands are always clean! Nomadic hands are never clean. In fact, I think this is part of some vagabond code, never having clean hands, along with eating tree bark and hiking 40 miles down a highway after shitting your pants. But even if these aren't "codes" -- I'm sure they're codes -- there are just simply some modern accoutrements you forgo as a nomad. Shitless pants is one.All images courtesy of the mind-blowing American Vagabond series, which I think should be renamed Your Parents Are So Worried About You, Kevin.