Try opening a door as a joke.

Even with the streetlights on, it gets dark outside. And trust me, it always gets cold.

We gathered pizza boxes and liquor bottles around us to keep us warm. It kept the light at the end of the tunnel shining. And though we never walked towards it, we had it around as a point of focus. Something to gather around and tell our stories while the bottle got passed around. We didn't have a care in the world, we were seen as the crust-botom of society and it was expected of us to live freely. Of course we weren't serious, we're a bunch of dirty clowns going with the hedonistic wave. And if you think you aren't jealous of us for having the audacity to live a life of freedom, then you're wrong.

Everyone wants this.

Why else have I seen randoms getting on their high horse and yelling at us for doing exactly that? What the hell do they care when I've done nothing at all to get in their way. Most of the time, I'm polite and cross the road, just to tip my hat and let that poor soul work out my existence in their own time.

But, why so serious? Because living care-free is one thing which I can always go back to. But hell, I move from town to town as if its 1933, carrying a guitar, a banjo and an accordion, a notebook filled with poems, writings, drawings and lyrics. And there's something called the internet that I just need to push the buttons to, maybe there'll be an opportunity I gotta see! Then, I'll turn it down because the streets is where I want to be. But, at least, I'll have seen't it.