text: as am i, so what does it matter?  each day i am to be found in a new location, still the same unwashed unshaven geezer as i've been since i could bathe in the river and wash off half a year of debris and fæcal matter.  it gets tedious scrounging and battling with other homeless for the gristle of a dead rat every day, oh what i would give for a single bean.
  
  i suppose i should map meself too.