We were talking with a friend of a friend yesterday, who it turns out had attended the same lesbian-Quaker-Unitarian wedding we had two summers ago. As we discussed it, we laughed at the memory of the one of the bride's "hobo uncle" - and his shaggy, mid-ceremony arrival.
He was a funny, smart, troubled man, who chose an indigent lifestyle rather than play by society's rules.
As Matt and I continue to question his career and our location, I sometimes wonder if my indigent days are behind me because I've grown up, or because I've become calcified.
Who stays indigent? How long can you make it last?
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