So instead I've decided to talk about nakedness. For example, I'm not wearing any pants, right now. In fact, all I'm wearing is a pair of socks and a scruffy beard that barely covers my neck. That's because I'm nearsighted, so when I use the computer to write I don't need to wear my glasses. Otherwise, I would be wearing glasses.
When I was growing up I made myself promise that I would never be the kind of guy who sits around the house in his underpants all day. I felt sorry for kids that had dads like that, kids who couldn't invite you over until dad was notified and suitably clothed. Or worse, they would invite you over, and dad wouldn't do anything. There'd just be a man in his underpants in the middle of the living room. Yuck.
I'm am proud to have kept that promise to myself. I dispense with the underpants.
Some of you are probably wondering, "Wes, what does this have to do with homelessness?" Well, lots.
You see, if you have ever been homeless, you have probably found it impossible to be naked for long stretches of time. Or if not impossible, then extremely risky.
Let's say you're camping in a public park illegally, for lack of any alternative. Do you wear your clothes in the sleeping bag or do you strip down? If you wear the clothes all the time you'll probably develop a rash. If you strip down, you can bet that's the night you get busted.
One time when I was homeless I was lucky enough to have an office where I could pretend to work at night. I slept on the floor. I trained myself to wake up whenever I heard noises. That way I could be up and dressed before anyone reached my door, which was on the third floor.
After doing this for a few weeks, I learned the night watchman's schedule. I became overconfident. One winter's night, I judged that not only could I safely sleep naked, but I could even make a run to the bathroom on my floor in a naked state and make it back to my office without being caught by anyone. Actually I wasn't completely naked, I was wearing shoes and socks. This will turn out to have been my salvation.
I was absolutely correct in my judgment for as far as I judged. My mistake was not in misjudging the time but in forgetting that, as my naked body has no pockets, I was not carrying my keys. Therefore I should not have closed and locked my office door behind me when I ran to the bathroom. I should have included that factor in my considerations of my actions.
Recently I heard of another story of a naked man. In this other story, which may not have happened, the naked man is running around in the snow in some residential neighborhood banging on doors and begging to be let inside. Nobody opens their door to him. All the neighbors are afraid of him, so eventually he enters one house by breaking a window, cutting himself in the process. Then the owner of the house comes upon the naked man and "thinking he might have a gun" beats him with a golf club.
My case ended much better. I found an open office, climbed out its window onto the third floor ledge, crawled along the ledge to the window of my office, used my shoes to break the window and get inside uninjured, got dressed, and left for a warmer office.
My guess is, the other story did indeed happen and that the poor man was just some guy who had been sleeping naked in his car and thought he could make a bathroom run without getting caught.
At any rate, now that we aren't homeless, we will indulge ourselves.