How poor have you been before?

I saw a thread with alot of bologna going on and it got me to thinking about being poor in Chicago and living off bologna. Fried with cheese, fried and cut up and added to ramen, not my most nutritional living.

When I was a kid we had an outhouse while leach fields were dug and a septic tank installed. I consider that probably the poorest part of my life monetarily wise. Though we were fortunate I guess because the outhouse was a two seater. Fucking kids today have no idea about real sacrifice. Getting your phone taken away seems to be very traumatic anymore. pussies.

Anyone else care to share a less than shining moment of their life? Living in your car by yourself isn't really slumming it too much if it's a later model and or your parents pay for any part of its expense like insurance. If your car is on cinder blocks and you sleep in it bonus points....

Am I too late for the five o clock free crack giveaway?

Prolly when my mom didn't bail me out of jail and it took my friends 3 days to get the money, but my work found out, got fired and lost my apartment, car, and one of my dogs within a 2 months. Had to sleep on my friends couch for a while.

Not counting Prison, or Jail experiences I would say my poorest CHILDhood memory was living in a Battered Womens Shelter in the shittiest part of Kenosha WI. A shitty house made for 4 holding 20 people. Wasn't the first time, but it was the first time I was really old enough for me to really understand, and for it to really bother me.

When I was a kid we use to have corn meal oat meal and miss a meal. I got 2 pair of pants a year and my mother put those big iron on patches inside and out side of the knee with a 2 to 3 inch cuff I was looking real sharp. It could have been worse I had 2 older sisters at least I didn't have to ware there old cloths.

Is it fucked up I'm liking these posts? I mean I don't realy 'like' them ya dig?

Years ago my girlfriend went to jail for selling crack and wasn't allowed to attend her mothers funeral, that was her awakening call and she never went down that road again. Pot good Cocaine bad.

i was little fuckin asshole who you speak of.I had no idea about shit until I was about 23

I've been broke down,stranded tripped out and penniless all over the country.Multiple times.Dumpster diving,food banks,day labor jobs to get moneyed up.All while living outta broke down VW bus's.
I gotta say Little 5 Points in Atlanta was a cool place to b stuck for a few weeks.I was broke down n Bakersfield and all I had was a sheet of acid,no money..That was interesting.Tons of shit like that.
Today I do ok.Broke,but not hungry....

That's what I thought when I saw it, was like,"why did he like this?"

It always makes me laugh tho. Think it was on 30 Rock, someone said something about those questionable likes on Facebook.

I forgot the names but was something like


Liz - My grandmother just died today. :'(

-Jenna likes this, always laugh a little everytime someone mentions something sad in their life and then I see a like under it lol.

I was a homeless teen living states away from anyone I could call family. When I saved $195 to move into the projects ( I never took welfare of any kind), I ate rice with mustard for three months. I never spent a penny on drugs or alcohol. After getting some regular waork and saving my first $1k, I splurged and bought a giant bag of cool ranch doritos. It was a good night.


Feel free to "like" away. I "like" those times in my life and wouldn;t trade the lessons for anything. I saw shit most people couldn;t make up.

Well I have liked Clayton. That is what I call stepping up to life.

No doubt you are a better man due to these experiences.

Oh and bet you those doritos tasted like little triangles of god himself.

This posting re-kindled some memories. Thanks for posting.

Grew up with a single mom, in a trailer, in the deep south, with not a lot of resources. My mother is the reason for my strength. We didn't always have enough food, or nice things, but I was taught how to survive and basically had a job from fourth grade on... Enlisted in the Army, moved over to an Officer, educated myself, and now I am back at square one. I have a degree in a city with no jobs and 1000 applicants for any one position. Every day I wake up and tell myself it can always be worse. Happiness is relative and life is what you make it. These days I try to live for my fallen brothers.

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Is it fucked up I'm liking these posts? I mean I don't realy 'like' them ya dig?

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Yes!! Quit liking them you sick fuck!!!














































I kid I kid

My parents were Depression era children. They knew how to make things last. We had our own cows and chickens for milk and eggs. Pigs for bacon and ham. My dad and older brothers hunted so we ate a lot of venison. Plus we grew our own vegetables. An acre sized garden. I hated weeding that son-of-a-bitch. We would go out about 6 a.m. and weed until 10 a.m.. This would be after we milked the cows, gathered the eggs and fed the livestock. We would start a couple of hours before daylight. Then when the sun was too hot to weed we had other chores to tend to. My dad always said that idle hands were the devil's work shop. He meant it. We were kept busy. It was fun but hard work. Then in the evening around 6 or 7 we would go back out and weed until sundown. Irrigation water brings a lot of seeds into the garden so weeding was a constant activity. Sometimes we would find small crayfish in the water and take them back to the main irrigation ditch. One thing I hated about weeding was the constant stings and bites from insects. Ants, horseflies, deerflies, mosquitoes, spiders, and the odd wasp or two.

We never worked on Sunday so it was a day of rest and swimming in the river. We had some Anasazi ruins below the house and spent a lot of time looking at pottery sherds and arrowheads. I found over a dozen metates and grinders. We never went down there at night. Too damn scary.

We were poor but I never felt that way.

nothing real bad. at one point a couple years ago, i was a couple months behind on bills and rent, not a single dollar to my name, just a change jar, a couple of clones, some plants just about ready to harvest, and a pile of cans to trade in.

changed in cans to buy hot dogs and bread, which i made last longer than i could have ever imagined. sold the clones to fix a flat tire on my car, harvested the plants and it has all been getting steadily better and better since.

i'm sure my family was poorer when i was a young kid around 2-6 years old, but hard to know it then.

While living out of my car... when winter came it was too cold to sleep in the car... so I slept in the warehouse that I was working at the time. The lights were left on 24/7 in the warehouse as mgmt believed it kept the mice/rats out of the warehouse and the thousands of boxes of paper documents we stored.
The only place in the warehouse that was not brightly lit was in one "room" that held pallets of shrink wrapped boxes/documents. It was considerably darker in one corner of the room on top of a pallet in a corner. The not quite full boxes (sort of collapsing from my weight) that were the top layer of the pallet was where I slept that winter. The pallet was tall, leaving about 3 feet between my bed/boxes and the ceiling.

Honestly, it wasn't that bad. I've had worse living situations in an apartment with a couple bad roommates..

...Yes, I did manage to bring a girl back to my pallet.

Once our yacht was in the dry dock for painting when the yacht club had their annuaL regatta. Man, did I feel like one of the 'little people' after that!

I said "daddy, is this what those starving children in Africa feel like?"


Suffice it to say, I made him buy a second yacht so that would never happen again...ugh, I can still feel the stench of poverty stuck in my nostrils

Metasynth said:

Once our yacht was in the dry dock for painting when the yacht club had their annuaL regatta. Man, did I feel like one of the 'little people' after that!

I said "daddy, is this what those starving children in Africa feel like?"


Suffice it to say, I made him buy a second yacht so that would never happen again...ugh, I can still feel the stench of poverty stuck in my nostrils

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LOL asshole.

I'd say it's right now. My father needs back surgery, but he has to wait till he gets old enough for Medicare to cover it, so a few more years. He also was diagnosed with a degenerative neurological disease a couple weeks before Christmas. My brother doesn't work, nor does my mother. My father tries, but he can't do as much as he used to be able to.

I'm trying my best, but is a losing battle as I cannot afford to support my family and pay the mortgage. I don't even have a car, and have to use my unemployed brothers car to commute 100 miles round Trip a day to work. I'm just getting deeper and deeper in the hole, but I'm thankful to only owe about $20,000 all together.

But I'm lucky to be able to live with my entire nuclear family under one roof once again.