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7/25/2025, 10:07:05 PM
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It actually wasn't bad at all, not even the hard parts. I went on to hitchhike for a few years before meeting my wife and getting an RV together, we've got several kids together.
The cluttered room was Diver's, his name coming from his favorite pastime; dumpster diving. A Tom Waits poster, a Seahawks jersey and many pieces of random art adorned his walls, all of which Diver proudly explained came from the dumpster. He showed me several of his most recent finds like a bluetooth speaker and a silver chain with all the excitement a child shows an adult their favorite toy. Diver was from Seattle originally and was on disability for his mental instability, he received approximately 400 dollars a month which he promptly spent on weed every time. Diver's dumpster treasures were a novelty to me, though it was all stuff I wouldn't pick up I could see the appeal - his room looked like a normal college kid's room and he hadn't paid a cent. Many interesting show and tells later I eventually retired to a space in the trashed kitchen, near the back entrance and the only working door.
Not long after I laid down for the night the door to the house was kicked open and several figures stood shining flashlights in. A girls voice called out 'Oi!' and then 'Who the fuck is sleeping in the kitchen?' at me, Diver came out of his room and explained he'd brought a new traveler back and that we were still trying to be sneaky for the neighbors- to which the girl laughed at him and scolded him for bringing someone the rest of the house hadn't met yet. I went back to sleep while the girl and her party went upstairs.
The next day I met the rest of the residents of the Hen House. The room adjacent to Diver's on the ground floor was Zachs and to a lesser extent his friends, Omar and Emmett. Zach was an easily impressionable late teen who had settled on the nickname Philly, since he came from Philidelphia. His own worst enemy, he drifted between extremely self destructive behavior and moments of profound clarity. He had apparently moved to Seattle with his mom and taken up the street life as that was what the cool punk kids did. He knew Omar from highschool and together with Emmett, another kid from their school, they formed a little graffiti crew 'FWS', though Omar and Emmett would often stay at their parents house instead of the squat house.
It actually wasn't bad at all, not even the hard parts. I went on to hitchhike for a few years before meeting my wife and getting an RV together, we've got several kids together.
The cluttered room was Diver's, his name coming from his favorite pastime; dumpster diving. A Tom Waits poster, a Seahawks jersey and many pieces of random art adorned his walls, all of which Diver proudly explained came from the dumpster. He showed me several of his most recent finds like a bluetooth speaker and a silver chain with all the excitement a child shows an adult their favorite toy. Diver was from Seattle originally and was on disability for his mental instability, he received approximately 400 dollars a month which he promptly spent on weed every time. Diver's dumpster treasures were a novelty to me, though it was all stuff I wouldn't pick up I could see the appeal - his room looked like a normal college kid's room and he hadn't paid a cent. Many interesting show and tells later I eventually retired to a space in the trashed kitchen, near the back entrance and the only working door.
Not long after I laid down for the night the door to the house was kicked open and several figures stood shining flashlights in. A girls voice called out 'Oi!' and then 'Who the fuck is sleeping in the kitchen?' at me, Diver came out of his room and explained he'd brought a new traveler back and that we were still trying to be sneaky for the neighbors- to which the girl laughed at him and scolded him for bringing someone the rest of the house hadn't met yet. I went back to sleep while the girl and her party went upstairs.
The next day I met the rest of the residents of the Hen House. The room adjacent to Diver's on the ground floor was Zachs and to a lesser extent his friends, Omar and Emmett. Zach was an easily impressionable late teen who had settled on the nickname Philly, since he came from Philidelphia. His own worst enemy, he drifted between extremely self destructive behavior and moments of profound clarity. He had apparently moved to Seattle with his mom and taken up the street life as that was what the cool punk kids did. He knew Omar from highschool and together with Emmett, another kid from their school, they formed a little graffiti crew 'FWS', though Omar and Emmett would often stay at their parents house instead of the squat house.
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