I went without a sleeping pad for about a year and a half while hitchhiking, didn't realize how nice they were. In San Francisco I got into this little fling with a girl I'm pretty sure was an mkultra bait girl or something. We fooled around a few times and that was that, but she did wind up in my camp spot a few times and I had nothing but a nice little carpet I used as a sleeping pad to lay on (it really tied the spot together)

A few days later I was walking to my sleep spot in Corona Heights and I saw some strange homebum guy standing at the entrance to the park. This park is uphill both ways from where we hang out in the Haight and there's never any homebums hanging out around it because it's a millionaire's neighborhood several steep blocks uphill from any sort of convenience store. When he noticed me from a block away it was like he was waiting for me with how he suddenly straightened up, ready to talk.

As I began to walk past him he offered me a brand new inflatable sleeping pad, saying he had extras that he didn't need. I took the pad and that was that, the entire interaction. He began walking down the hill and I never saw him again. That was the time some glownigger handlers in San Francisco gave me a sleeping pad.