Mythos "The Tramp" Noir: Une Petite Pensée

In the early 2000's, I spent about seven or eight months, that spanned from Spring to mid-Fall, as a "homeless" person. Half of that time I slept outdoors, in various cities and forests, from the upper-Midwest to the desert Southwest. On other nights, hospitality extended its hand and I found rest under the roofs of strangers and new friends.

The bum and the hobo are distinctions that have been blurred in the modern day. I wouldn't say I was a classic hobo, who finds work as he goes, but I wasn't a bum either, who stays put in one place and mooches from every side.

It'd be more accurate to say that I was a tramp, who didn't stay in place more than a third day, but had no great desire to work along the way.

From this day forward, you can call me Mythos “The Tramp” Noir, as a tribute to the fine memories of those days.