I am going to share a story about my two days and two nights been homeless in Spain. I got drunk and robbed. Everything gone. I could not find my hotel. For two days I wondered the streets of Madrid. I eventually got really into it. After the first night I decided that I was going to embrace my homelessness. I robbed people, shops, beer anything and everything. It was so liberating. Eventually I found my hotel I had to make a decision. Continue with my homelessness or go back to my hotel. I went back to my hotel. Some people I have talked to claim that I was not homeless but drunk and lost in Madrid. I say I was on a social experiment.
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