I was homeless for over a year.
I know the mental images that have spawned in your mind: desperation, danger, squalor. But I assure you that I was quite comfortable.
You see -- I lived in a van!
Before writing this, I began thinking of all the sad tales in the media about people living in vehicles while trying to "catch a break" in show business, or some other sob story designed to garner even more attention for a rich celebrity. The singer Jewel, for example, uses her "I lived in a van" thing as if she living on Alcatraz in solitary confinement or something.
But I'll give it to you straight. Living in a van wasn't all that hard, at least for me. For one thing, you don't have to work every day, if you choose not to. I mean, your apartment is a rolling domicile that requires only gas. In fact, the only things that ever bothered me in the van were intense heat and extreme cold. You have no utility bills, no cat boxes, no land lines, no nosy neighbors, no furniture, no linens, and... well, no bathrooms.
The lack of a bathroom never bothered me!
You're obviously wondering how I shat and pissed. Actually, I developed simple technologies to overcome it.
Before answering, let me tell you where I "lived" while in the van. What I did was stay in motel and grocery store parking lots. I developed this strategy after it became apparent that these locations were simultaneously safe, well lit, accustomed to late night traffic, located in low-crime suburban locations, and near all the places I frequented. Also -- motels are a place where it is plausible that transient travelers might have pulled off the highway for a little nap. Perfect.
(I was only bothered one time. A police officer knocked on my window during the winter, wondering if I was alive or dead in there. After waking up and explaining that I was just sleeping, he moved on.)
As far as piss and poop, it was no problem. I'd use any sort of cup or bottle to dip the weenie beenie in and urinate. If I needed to stretch my legs (usually in the wee hours of 3:00 to 5:00 AM), I'd stand next to the van and pee against one of the wheels. Nobody ever bothered me.
Pooping was easy; in fact, there were two ways to do it. One was to squat down like a Chinese and crap into a paper grocery bag. This is not in any way difficult. As long as your ass was properly squared over the bag, there's no dilemma.
The other way is to squat over a newspaper, like a dog. This has more potential hazards -- although it's not difficult.
Once in a while I'd go in an all-night restaurant. But not all that often. My little van was fine.
Many of you may be wondering about other things. How did change clothes? How did I shave? Take a shower? And the answer, for the most part is... in the van!
Let me explain. All you need is a large container of water. (I keep this with me in the car to this day. You can never have enough water!) I would drive to a more remote area (a dead end, or construction site, or behind a building) and take the cooler of water. I'd strip down and sprinkle my hair and body with water, and then take some shampoo and lather up. Then I'd take a bottle and pour water over my head and let it flow all the way down to my toes.
You can use toothpaste to shave. It's an excellent shaving cream.
There is only one obstacle to a good van shower: the butthole. I love being completely clean, and I take great pride in having a nice shiny butthole. I cannot deal with being too grungy. Cleaning a butthole using only a stash of water is nearly impossible -- which meant that getting a wonderful shower at the YMCA was great in between van showers.
But that leads to another obstacle: how do you clean your butt in a public YMCA shower? I'm not sure anyone knows. The only thing you can do is wait until everyone is gone and reach back in a hurry.
Whenever I see some idiotic talking head on television blabbing on about homelessness, I shake my head. I believe that there are actually many more "respectable" homeless people than most folks realize. It just takes some extra effort. I cannot imagine being really homeless out on the streets. I cannot fathom why anyone would do it. If you want to go through a lazy, depressed, unfocused, session in your life, DO IT IN A VEHICLE! Why lie out on a doorstep and be stabbed by a deranged alcoholic?
Perhaps I'm not the typical homeless person. I have an extensive education and live in a nice home. But I could easily return to the Stone Age without having a nervous breakdown.
To this day, I have no bad memories of living in a van. I chose to do so, and I lived with the consequences, and some of the habits of that time remain with me. I still have no trouble peeing into a bottle while driving my Cadillac down the road. And I can poop anywhere -- woods, paper sack, you name it.
I would like to hear from other people who went through a homeless time in their lives, and how they dealt with the aspects of daily living involving shitting/showering/changing/sleeping. For those people, let me guess: peeing into a bottle or shitting without a toilet now poses no duress.
-- Dr. Van Poop