Here kitty...
So what about the people who are letting me mooch off them? Gosh, they’re nice. But what do they think of this lunacy I’m embarking on? Hell, I’m invading their lives, right? Maybe they don’t see it that way, but I know that no matter how much you want guests, you eventually want them to leave. Or maybe that’s just me because I hate people. Who knows?
Guess my biggest concern is being a nuisance. Maybe not at first – people wouldn’t offer if they didn’t want me staying, right? But what if I do one wrong thing, refuse someone’s cooking, fuck I don’t know. Really, I’m not all that concerned about it. I’m generally not a disruptive person.
Maybe that’s my problem. If I go to someone’s house and act all polite and wash dishes and pick up after myself, ten years from now no one will remember my visit. But what if I go nuts? Walk around in my underwear, shit on the lawn, puke on the cat? Then I’ll be remembered! They’ll say, “Hey, remember that fucker Josh who stayed with us?” “Oh god, don’t speak that name! I never got the stains out of the cat!” Infamy, baby!