When I'm having to sleep on the street like I am right now, I do not.
It is hell.
What people don't neccesarily realise is that you can't sleep, not easily, and generally only out of absolute exhaustion.
Why? because you're prey to every half wit or sadist that walks the street, the police, the pimps, the pushers, some other homeless people as well, and you know you are, and you jerk awake everytime you hear footsteps coming down the street, or every time a car passes down a road.
Oh, and the weather, always the weather, which is either oppressively hot, with the pavement underneath you and the walls you lean against radiating heat during the night on top of general mugginess (that makes you smell impressively, but hey! Get a job ya bum!*), or freezing cold, and as your body starts to crash from a lack of sleep and the mind destroying ache in your legs and arms from having to lug your crap about town, you end up with shivers that won't go away, and you cannot sleep.
And that's if you've got food. Add starvation ontop of that and the fun reaches new levels of agony.
This is pretty much why homeless people tend to resort to drugs or booze, it's a simplest way to get a good night's rest.
I should also note that most of the crap that homeless people go through is horrible and nasty and leaves you fucked up if you ain't careful, but it's still a mere shadow of what we do in the torture camps.
Which is the one comparison that fits, being in gitmo is like being homeless, except you're chained to the floor, and you're protected from the elements, and everytime you hear footsteps coming nearby you know, rather than merely fear, that someone is probably going to kill you.
And you can't self medicate, and you only get the "get a job you bum!" types, and you know that your only ways out are death or madness.
Last time I was homeless was in LA, that lasted about a month before I found the little anarchist squatter's commune** who took me in.
Tonight I shall sleep on a couch of a friend while I search for a new apartment, but the last two nights, with work as well ontop of it all, was really fucking trying.
And there's far far worse happening
* I made what you could, if you squinted and tilted your head just so, call a living from picking the pockets of those people, I consider theft almost too justified in that situation.
Though I did see some ridiculously smart ass beggar once run after some one who threw money at them with that phrase attached, and proceed to try to give him change, which I guess is the more christian thing to do. I still got the asshole's wallet a few yards further down the street and bought that smart ass some socks for that though, becuase it was so deeply amusing.
And because it's socks, not cigarettes or booze, that the homeless spend the majority of their money on, socks are like the gold of the homeless.
** This was the time where about 10 of us shared a run down house, with one toilet, no door on it.
And the rad fems piss and moan about potential transwomen spying on them peeing in their gender segregated bathrooms.