Nomad Found

Of the greatest faults of Nomad, was his inability to remain satisfied in any area within his continental reach which did not incorporate several important characteristics. Not since long has a gentleman lived so craving the madness of expensive whiskey when he had no money, as he roamed the swept streets with no where to go while searching for his queen while having no kingdom. Never before had one's own lust for purpose cast him out so harshly. The only thing which occasionally slowed this Zetes to a sloth was the occasional return back to normal society for brief periods, if not to recharge his resources than but to remind him of the reasons for his ways.

So every few months would pass, and Nomad firstly dusts of his musical instrument, then stirs up what few belongings he will carry alongside his taste for awesomeness upon his broad back, leaving behind his degree of higher education which will not apply to his current lifestyle. Also, because of his taste for the forbidden fruits of modern man less he be acknowledge as shiftless, baseless, and lazy, Nomad wears a fedora, saves 2.49$ by not buying deodorant, and sports a long beard no longer in style. In the begging ways of the shiftless culture, 2.49$ demands hours of loyal work: tearing the skin off the knuckles while grasping a sign, begging for those generous enough with kind hearts to aide in his adventurous journey, for he his hungry, tired, and smelly. Saving coin where coin can be saved is the mantra, and Nomad is a great spokesman, earning his coins for words and charm.

Yet no matter, for to starve in a modern kingdom of waste and gluttony would be criminal. Invoking the darkest apathy and hunger he can muster, Nomad is seduced by the garbage of Krispy Kreme and Dairy Queen. Timing the closing of their doors, Nomad sets himself accordingly to raid the heaps of trash behind each building. Discovering a steaming pile of hot fries merely moments out of the oil is not surprising. The kingdom is blissfully rambling on, while small pockets of disobedience pick through their trash, outrageously capitalizing upon everyone else restraint.

You must also know, that the above mentioned gentleman, when on his leisure (which was mostly all year long) took to reading books of great chivalry and adventure, which he enjoyed discussing with men of his similar value and taste. He kept with him Boit, a man of twenty five and Cuillere, a woman of nineteen, whom Boit belonged to. Along in their red truck, they sped and begged on railways and corners, men and women of the day advertising the need for deodorants from Murfreesboro to the village of Quaker Street, where the vagrants and bums like themselves have long sat upon their park bench thrones, dispelling the notions of quarter Nomad and his clan foolishly imagined.

With these advantages, Nomad managed to climb the social ladder of the bum underworld and attain admirable respect and valor. Not quite earning his wings, but rather a nick name and any herb which came along the way, for also Boit nor Cuillere bothered with the smoke, nor any substance aside from wine and cheap ale. It is true that the lack of drug abuse makes for a more substantial adventure, and this deficiency of consciousness expansion and psychedelic vegetables merely makes the power and deities of the kingdom powerless upon pulling over the red truck of Nomad.

So as the night rises on another corner, this time in the Beaver State, Nomad sits not half dreaming on a corner with his shined musical instrument, but rather behind the Jackalope. Nomad hardly believes that other people are bumming cigarettes off him, yet he still donates. Having not a name for himself over here quite yet, he has no worries of fighting off the changers (strangers just asking for change), homebums (bums who live in Eugene), travbums (traveling bums such as Nomad, Boit, and Cuillere), nor the junkbums (people begging for coin for drugs), not including punk rockers and other untrusted looking for fight. It should also be noted that the Beaver State is notorious for being unkind to this culture, thus leading to trouble by both open war and covert guile.

He views this land as a strange virgin, still young and unfulfilled. Union and faith are amongst its angels--the upright wings against some higher foe back east, perhaps in The Old Dominion (Virginia) which was the only state in the union to pull over his red truck. To Nomad, the mortal gates of Eugene are decorated with little birds of the early morning, fit to be brass mountings. By heart, he knows that he will move on soon enough, even in the presence of its beauty, but that is adverse. For presently, he is love stricken, and will forever hold in remembrance of his heart his anguished pining for love from thee.

Regards, Esortnom