Our day of vagrancy

So we woke up today and it started out a day like any other. We managed to find a relatively cheap hotel on the outskirts of seattle. The night before was pretty dead so other than a cute, friendly, yet suprisingly tough, bartender named Jenna there wasn't much going on. We did notice that Seattle is by far the bum-friendliest place at least I've ever been, the destitute are countless. In the morning I guess we were looking a little ragged with backpacks pegged us as wanderers. At least a few thought so, a tall, lanky black guy invited us down for a hot meal at the local soup kitchen and we figured why not (Wilson leading the charge of course, but with the car in the shop saving a few bucks really didn't hurt). He told us they served really good food at The Millionair Club. We entered the general population, doing our best to fit in and were served a warm bowl of chili and a rather tasty piece of corn bread with Seattle's finest. Actually for the most part just a group of people down on there luck without really a clue as to how to find it. After a bit of small talk about dry-walling not being a bad way to make a few bucks (something I really only know about in theory) I bused my dishes and met up with the others. We hiked back to the mechanic to find out it was going to take yet another day, so we condensed our bags down to one and struck out lacking any real direction. This landed us at the university of Washington with pretty much just the tent and sleeping bags hoping someone would be kind enough to let us crash in their backyard. It turned out the campus was a little denser than we anticipated, almost all of what we saw being dorms and other types of campus housing, so we settled for looking at the parks, trying to find a place we could tuck the tent out of sight. After finding a few spots and taking a good long nap by one, we headed to the bars in search of a simpathetic soul. It started out well enough with Johnny taking on the guise of Will Drain a rookie soccer player on one of englands club teams (a lie he performed masterfully I might add) and Wilson spouting his anti-government rhetoric and burning dollar bills, but by the end of the night our new found friends were all too drunk to bother with so we ended up back in the university next to the library tucked under some bushes and trees. When we woke up to leaf blowers and weed wackers around our heads we realized our little spot was a little more exposed than we first though. So we packed it up and moved back to our other napping spot and did our best to look as if we just got there (no sleeping bags this time) which, as far as we know, is where Johnny still is while we wander around feeling like were in the clear of our the villainous vagrancy.