Surely drug addicts/dealers with mental health issues get a satisfying kick out of tent-camp anarchy, making big bucks as they do while getting to party all night1, turning long-suffering nearby residents into insomniacs.
Ever wonder what is actually going through the minds of these tent camp denizens as they count their ill-gotten gains while toasting marshmallows over the ripstop nylon fire engulfing a hapless nearby tent (and possibly tenter)?
Here’s one of their thoughts you probably wouldn’t have guessed.
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We think it’s instructive to have the opportunity to now and then check into what homeless people think about as they squat under a highway bridge, or in a once tranquil green space (assuming no snow blanket, in which case ‘white space.’)
Here’s one set of up-and-downbeat homeless tenter thoughts from Halifax, Nova Scotia, in Saltwire: Homeless in Halifax: Blind man worries tent, tarp and straw won’t keep out winter cold
Footnotes
- For those who might have missed it ‘Animal House’ was a comedy movie featuring gangs of irresponsible young adults (fraternity brothers) hellbent on celebrating chaos. Tent encampments have certainly been accused of this kind of behaviour. Try: Big City Boston Plague of Tents: Speechified Compassion Backed By Threats
