Freeway Bum Sites

The Freeways around Los Angeles and vicinity used to be mini paradises for bums. Either social bums or solitary bums. I was never a social bum. I sort of am a solitary guy anyway and being a bum i saw no reason to change. All I really needed for company was cigarettes. And along the freeways there were long narrow vacationlands of thick shade, hand-planted forests, ample water from sprinklers, and the constant whish and whoosh of traffic REAL nearby to remind you that even though the world had pretty much ended for you it was still in high gear for everyone else, so that was good. I have always preferred vehicles to humans anyway. I never adhered to that "right of way for pedestrians" shit. That's just ass backwards. Even a legislator should be able to see that a pedestrian weighs a hundred and fifty pounds and bleeds and a car weighs 2,000 pounds and doesn't. You had your choice of forests in the freeway bum resorts. My favorites were the pepper tree forests. You could ascend them easily, for one thing, and that was always fun. They smelled good. They had lots of shade but let in lots of light too. They were just fun and very enjoyable trees. Some of the sections of freeway had what I called "jackoff flora." Kind of thick-but-negotiable growths that you could see out of but not see into. I always get boners alone in the wildnerness. There's nothing better than playing with a naked chick in the wildnerss. Or someplace that will pass for wildnerness. And if there's no naked chick and you're still in the wilderness the next fun thing to do then is jack off. Preferably as naked as possible. And these freeway forests of "jackoff flora" were perfect. It was impossible for the people in the cars to see in, and even people on foot on the street-side of the freeway would never - unless they were bums - even CONSIDER going in there. There was usually always fences for one thing and for another thing, most people are just unaware of stuff. Unless you stick it in their faces or spend 20 minutes getting their dull attention off whatever it is its on and onto what you WANT it to be on, they're usually oblivious to everything. Which is one of the main reasons nobody reads this: I spend no time at all in recruiting attention. If you stumble onto it, ok. Whatever. Who cares. In Los Angeles, since it's usually hot, the outdoors is never a problem to be in, and the freeway jungles would keep out the sunlight and provide shade, and even in the winter, it would be warmer in there than outside with the buildings. Periodically the jungles would get manicured and cleaned up. Sometimes if I would come across a particularly favorable place with trees and scenery I liked, if it was a mess I would police the place myself. Except the mattresses. I stayed away from those. I would never use them myself either. They gave me the creeps. It was like they were radiation, or something. I didn't look anywhere near as ruined as a bum as most of the bums did. Most of the bums were a mess. But most of them were also very meek. But some of them were crazed. It was hard to bluff the crazed ones. You had to really impress them with lunacy and your own creative aspects of dangerous degeneracy for them to either leave your vicinity or at least stay out of range. I never liked other bums around. At least not the male bums. The female bums would break your heart. Except for the killer ones. They were scarier than the killer DUDES. The best trees were the tamarisk trees. They cascaded whole hairdo's of whatever their "leaves" were down and all around. It was like being in a play-fort with those things surrounding you. But tamarisk freeway-gardens were very rare. There were none in the LA area and existed only off busy roadsides out in the more deserted areas. And you were always nervous inside there. Because not being around the freeways, and just being next to highways, was a lot more dangerous than being around and next-to the freeways.