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From executive producer Isaac Saul.
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This is Tangle.
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Good morning, good afternoon and good evening and welcome to the Tango Podcast, the place where you get views from across the political spectrum, some independent thinking and a little bit of my take today. You're not going to get much of my take. About a year ago, a Tangle staff member introduced me to a writer named a.m. hickman. He had just published a fascinating piece on his substack called Hickman's Hinterlands, which I highly recommend, arguing that America wasn't unreasonably expensive. Americans themselves were simply demanding more out of their lives, he argued. They wanted to live in urban hotspots and seek out fancy apartments or big houses, and they refused to take bets on up and coming areas. Hickman told his story through his personal lens. He resides in upstate New York in a rural, dilapidated town that also happens to be incredibly cheap and quite beautiful. I love this story. It felt like a fresh narrative delivered in this wholly unique voice, and I began devouring Hickman's writing on class, on the birth of his daughter, on the death of his mother, on what it's like to travel via bus through rural America, and even on his longing and our shared affection for the desert. So a few months ago, I got Hickman on the phone and pitched him on the idea of writing for Tangle. What stories was he turning over in his head? What piece did he want some help with from a sharp and unique editorial team? What was he working on next? He was brimming with ideas, but one in particular caught my attention. A story about how he missed being homeless. Hickman had spent years as a kind of nomadic bum, in his words, hitchhiking across America, and in a flourish, he described all the ways in which he felt more alive and more intellectually stimulated during that time in his life than any other. I was intrigued, and so I pushed him for a draft. Today I'm proud to be publishing that story in Tangle from one of my favorite up and coming writers in America. I asked Hickman to record the piece in audio format, so what you're about to hear is him reading the story that's going up in the Tangle newsletter today. Of course, as a reminder, the full piece is only for members. This is a Tangle Members Only edition, so you'll be asked to subscribe at Readtangle membership to unlock the full episode if you're not yet a member. With that, here's Andy Hickman writing on the Drifter's Lament.
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The Drifter's Lament A Report from an Apocalypse in the long history of the human race, a great deal has been said about Loose Women, but curiously, far less has been written on the topic of Loose Men. To say that I have suffered from a grave and ghastly looseness of not only morals but also of mind would indeed be true. Prone to intemperance and the mad flightiness of the rogue, I have so often lived what I could only describe as a dissipated life. Loose morals ravaged me, and my grasp upon my own morale was looser still, at an early age I cut myself adrift. Or, I suppose if I am to be charitable with Myself, I was cut loose by forces larger than I was.
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Adrift indeed, and above all, always a drifter, doddering from place to place, mumbling to myself, tippling madly. I live life as a foolish young buzzard lives, roasting under the desert sun or hiding from the dark chilly rains of desolate coastal ranges. I did not work a job, nor did I retain a fixed address, own an automobile, or sleep indoors on any but the rarest occasion. Living life as a scavenger, I subsisted upon discarded food, slept in ditches, engaged in petty malfeasances of all forms and flavors, and was hopelessly pinned down in a miasma of cynicism and snarling snark with great gusto and reckless abandon. I hated society, so I left it, and for many years a thicketed, greasy, unshorn beard hung down on my face like a filthy rag, the national flag of the dropout, the punk, the ne' er do well, the hobo. This was my life, a life so loose that I could not even abide the conventions of time, nor of calendar. I was unregulated by every definition of the word. Above all, the nature of my dysregulation was geographical. I suppose I fancied myself a sort of self made guerrilla sociologist, and the nature of my research as such was chaotic in the extreme. My inability to remain in any place for any but the paltriest lengths of time was famous. Amongst those who knew me, I was both the king of the Irish goodbye and the patron saint of the startling and unannounced arrival. Raising my thumb lazily upon the sides of the highways and roads, I hung my hat on fate, and for long bouts of time I rarely spent more than one or two days in the same place. I would enter any automobile that flung the door open for me, regardless of where it might take me or who might be behind the wheel. And so I found myself mesmerized by the unfathomable randomness of the American byways and found randomness itself to take on a sort of quasi divine form. It became a primitive pagan esque religion for me. I reveled in the strange and often hilarious contrast between my various hitchhiking rides. It looks something like this. I get into a brand new minivan with a family of Mormon missionaries in Oregon in a misguided attempt to show their son what one who has, quote unquote, failed at life really looks like. They find themselves aghast at how the young child delights in my zany adventure stories. The boy concludes the encounter by declaring that one day he himself will be a hitchhiker and a hobo. Father's brow furls with disgruntlement, Mother looks sullen and depressed. They give me a twenty dollar bill and a Book of Mormon, they flash a weak smile and then deposit me on a rainy roadside. Promptly a glue sniffing nutcase breaks for me, so I pile into his filthy coop where he regales me with racist phrenological theories and tales from his life as the owner of a pet rat and the rat occasionally interjects from his pocket and he swerves all over the glistening highway as he huffs his potent glue from a paper bag, murmuring, following a ride like this, I might find myself at a gas station or a truck stop slurping on a chili dog, shoplifting a soda or pilfering expired sushi from the dumpster still cold. A 16 year old girl asked me to buy her Mike's hard lemonade and I obliged so long as she gives me some extra cash for a 24 ounce malt liquor as her tax. I put the booze in an extra large slurpee cup, hunch myself by the door of the station in a corner where the cashiers cannot see me and I hold a sign that says California. I hold the sign to communicate to passersby that I am in fact headed anywhere but here and in a few minutes a man with a rose tattoo on his neck accosts me, screaming at me to get a job. Doesn't he see that I'm already working right now, just seconds before it seems he's actually going to attempt to start a brawl with me. A lonesome eyed cougar esque blonde in her mid-40s grabs my collar and escorts me to her rumbling Camaro and we speed off. Just as we pull onto the on ramp at a worryingly sporty 70 mph, I realize the woman is wasted drunk, but no matter. She is about to tell me her entire life story over the next several hours, including many jarringly personal and even clinical details that I'd rather not know. At midnight she'll leave me to sleep beside some kind of cistern for cattle in a dusty agricultural town that I have never seen before. Then I wake and I begin again. I may do something like this every single day for months on end. In actual fact, I did it for years on end. I hitchhiked over 100,000 miles in a five year period. I passed well over a thousand nights sleeping rough on the road, sometimes very rough. And beyond my five traveling years. I passed another three in all as a stationary bum in various college towns, sleeping everywhere from people's couches to dorm rooms to makeshift encampments and bushes or on riparian floodplains. I even slept for some months on an aluminum john boat that I turned into a micro houseboat, which the police later stole from me. So it was for me the consummate drifter, dropout, vagrant, itinerant and vagabond, and a man whose grasp on morality, life, labor and mind was so profoundly loose I am sometimes shocked to remember that the atoms and cells that compose my body did not drift away from one another just as surely as I drifted across the map of the United States of America.
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To the well adjusted denizens of the morally upright corridors of this country. Country, those sterling souls to whom terms like malt liquor and dumpster diving could only elicit vague unease or acute disgust, my life was a damnable tragedy. For a young, able bodied fellow, especially one who is literate, never slack jawed, curious, and surely capable of some sort of productive behavior, to decouple himself entirely from all comfort, routine and surety of good fortune in order to pursue an aimless life of vagrancy is a waste of perfectly good human resources. And many times such people approached me with some ambition to put me in touch with various resources. For people suffering from a plight like mine, it was all very touching and frankly, a little stupid. For rather than speaking to me as a fellow man or conversing with me about the finer details of who I was or why I was living as I was, I was almost always presupposed to be a tragedy. The visual cues were serious enough to nearly ensure that interpretation. But to my mind, my life was no tragedy. I rather enjoyed it. Of course, if I were ever to vocalize this enjoyment to those who sought to save me from my hellish plight as a homeless drifter, I would only elicit blank stares of bewilderment, for such an admission would violate the narrative. But in fact, more than having enjoyed it, I miss it. I miss being homeless. It is with immense fondness, wistfulness even, that I look upon my years as a rough and ready vagabond. No doubt I'm nostalgic for my traveling period, partially because it liberated me from my crumbling rural hometown. It isn't as if anything great was waiting for me back home. Instead of languishing there, I sought the thrill of exertion and adventure. And I got it in spate. Even years after the specific nature of my drifting has taken a different shape, I cannot help but pine for my rough days again. And though in many quarters I am still expected to write about that period of my life as if it were all a dark and twisted travail of completely Dickensian proportions, I cannot write about it like that. The truth, in many ways, is that those years were among the greatest and most fascinating of my life. And how could this be? Because in my own estimation, to be a vagabond is only to be honest. For most of human history, life was one long and apparently endless tenure of drifting. Vagrancy the period of humans as rooted and civilized creatures is mostly a novelty of recent marks. Indeed, great European estates would not exist if it were not for the daring fellows who ventured out from the cradle of humanity in Ethiopia, our salt of the earth yeomen, our wizened old local characters and landmen of a most rooted variety. Their own ancestors were drifters, just as I was and as I still am. The nomad has cast the very seed of the ones who scorn him and hunt him down. He's the rhizome buried deep within the roots of those who pity him. His kin and forerunners were the living precursors to settled civilization. And as true as any of this may be at the scale of all humanity at large, it is particularly true of America. The society formed upon the mysterious soil of the New World was by nature settled only by those who departed from the old country and more than this, by men who swaggered around a barbarous and wild continent continually for centuries to this very day. The American is not a stranger to the U haul, nor to the cross country interstate voyage in search of his fortune. Many vigorous people, individuals as well as families, regularly pull up the stakes in search of their personal El Dorado elsewhere as a matter of course. So natural is this sort of thing that about a century ago, Julius Evola, the pioneer of Italian fascism, quite aptly called modern Americans the nomads of the asphalt. Sometimes wisdom comes from the most unlikely places.
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Yet even for our American mythos of pursuing opportunity, our collective psyche appears to be ill at ease with Our natural proclivity to wander. The nomad identity in the United States is almost exclusively the province of those on the fringe. To adopt the term for oneself would be considered madness. For a well heeled American, this is even true if he does in fact move constantly. Whether posed to a truck driver or a doctor, an academic or a soldier, a ranch hand or an oilman, the question where do you live? Expects an uncomplicated answer. At each interval of his sojourns around the country. It is imperative that the American everyman takes up residence somewhere, usually in houses that are built so poorly they really might be considered semi permanent structures by anthropologists in the distant future, as would be the other buildings in which his commerce is conducted. And there at his residences, he keeps up appearances as a civilized, settled paragon of sedentary contenders. This is true even if the intervals at which he maintains fixity upon the map are exceptionally short and sporadic. At each of these intervals, too, should our nomad of the asphalt find himself face to face with a bona fide tramp, he'll act somewhat appalled at the destitution of a life so adrift. In so doing, he's genuine. His appalled countenance is no fabrication, even if it creeps onto his face. And the very minute he himself is loading boxes onto yet another U Haul truck. And so it is that we find the modern American's nomadism to not only be of asphalt and interstate highways, but also of drywall, air conditioning, telephone bills and pay stubs. Each somehow legitimizes his peripatetic nature. Each is a soothing, palliative, distracting him from the real shape of his condition. Yet even in the moment when the decidedly mobile American working man is face to face with the drifter, and even as he may dial the police, or as he may launch into a red faced soliloquy about how the drifter should get a job, a strange obliqueness overtakes his gaze as he looks upon the vagrant, a kind of discomfiting recognition that rattles him. For what is he really looking at but a radically simplified version of his own ethos? What is he looking at but a naked depiction of the last breaths of his early American heroes, the settlers, the pioneers, the frontiersmen he's watched on the silver screen through so many old westerns and films. To him, the rambling vagrant is a sight that is at once repulsive and quietly one that hearkens to something deep and primordial within himself. Wordlessly, then, the vagabond is a living, breathing reminder of the essence of America's genesis and continued uneasiness on the map. He is the foil, the surface on which old, ancient memories of nomadic journeys are projected. Viewed in this life, the Drifter's coarse, haggard looseness upon the surface of the country is only a testament of a disturbingly honest variety. Now, if all of this analysis might seem disturbingly self aggrandizing coming from a vagabond, well, I'll state for the record, one major obstacle to any self aggrandizement I could derive from it. I quit that life. Though I continue to live on the road, the life of the solitary vagabond is now behind me. It was anything but a sustainable way of living and traveling. In fact, it nearly killed me. But its unsustainability was not revealed to me for the reasons that many who are removed from the Drifter's life would imagine on nights during flash freezes hey.
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