Good for you. I grew up in the eighties, and if I couldn’t remember your phone number you probably weren’t my friend. I’m okay with the same rules now. Twitter and Facebook are the Internet equivalent of Skid Row - a bunch of hobos fighting over a bottle of thunderbird. The only winning solution is not to play.
About 20 years ago, I used to say: "People are like dung beetles... fighting over balls of shit." Might've been live, pirated HBO George Carlin-inspired.
How about a nice game of chess?
I wouldn't demonize the very poor as addicts; drunks, sure. A dry hobo is likely to whip your ass and mine at chess. There are a good fraction of sane, teetotaling, drug-free hobos who are merely poor and itinerant without magical bootstraps.
Agreed - in fact the term hobo just meant a traveling worker back in the Great Depression and most hobos would take offense at being characterized as deadbeats - they were in fact out to make an honest living for themselves in the face of considerable economic hardships at the time. I was just being whimsical as to the mental picture I get whenever I think of all the craziness on social media.
