I'm homeless, new to Los Angeles, been traveling for the past year, Seattle, Portland, San Francisco, now here. I'm trying to start a band, make my music, publish books, etc. I still can't seem to get anyone's attention, and it's leaving me extremely hopeless.

I can get verified on Tuesday when I get my disability. I'm new to this site.

I'm not your typical homeless person, I don't do drugs, I'm clean, I'm intelligent and talented, I came here to pursue my talents. My mama just died, but she taught me one of the best lessons in life. She said son, don't just learn from your own mistakes, watch the show cops.

Also, I'm no longer on facebook, as they have stolen two accounts from me now, because they don't allow people to use an online moniker anymore to protect their real name, and that's something I wholeheartedly, fundamentally oppose with every bit of intellect and heart I have. I hate mark zuckerberg, and I'd pay to have him know that. My daughter could design a better social network, there's no excuse. I refuse to use such a controlled, restricted, and boring website when I get no responses anyway.

Why I’m on Couchsurfing

I'm trying to find at least a couch, if not a friend who might actually be interested enough in my ideas to help. I have no one to talk to. I never really have.

Interests

Nothing popular. I'm interested in never being told what to do, who to be, or what to believe ever again. I'm very interested in being heard, and not just being interrupted and having other people's beliefs shoved into my ear against my will. I have my own thoughts, and I'd like that to be recognized and respected.

I don't like to share my personal interests much anymore, because whenever I do, people immediately preach about how wrong I am, and how I should be more like them. Truth is, I'll never be like you, and there's a good reason for that, if you cared to know.

• fish
• books
• poetry
• design
• drinking
• traveling
• music
• fishing
• swimming

Music, Movies, and Books

Metal. Consciousness. Evolution.

One Amazing Thing I’ve Done

I think my poetry is pretty amazing, but no one else does. I hitchhiked up the coast of California and survived. I could do some amazing things if I could get anyone's attention. I refuse to believe that people have gotten this apathetic.

Teach, Learn, Share

I really don't have much confidence right now. I've told people about my huge ideas, I've told many people, and I can't get... anything.

I'd rather not be asked much about my old life. It was destroyed, and I'm glad it was. I'd rather look forward.

I'm not a criminal, I'm not on probation or anything, not even a traffic ticket (and I'm a good driver, taught by my mother who was a school bus driver), I'm not a thief, I've got nothing to hide, I'm about as nonviolent as Gandhi, I've got dreams that would make John Lennon proud, but I do have emotional trauma and trust issues that I'm trying to deal with till I can get therapy. I smoke, I'm 420 friendly, I don't drink, I like my taste in music, and I appreciate silence as often as I can.

What I Can Share with Hosts

If you're actually curious enough to inquire, I don't mind sharing, but if you're just going to nibble at me and throw me back in the water like a bad fish, I don't waste the effort anymore.

'Swim against the current. Even a dead fish can go with the flow'. - Jim Hightower.