Originally Posted by mickeycrimm View Post
Originally Posted by redietz View Post
Originally Posted by mickeycrimm View Post

I'm not going to turn my adblocker off to read the article. But a greenhorn and cabin boy are not the same thing. The hobo jungle is a tough place. Gays were hated by the tramps I knew. Gayboys would get themselves killed on the rails. They would be found dead along the tracks.

Redietz would get his candy ass killed on the rails. If you ride freight trains and sleep in the hobo jungle you better be a tough motherfucker.

Red, whats up with your buttbuddy, maxie, writing about nine inch dick everyday. Are you saying he's a cabin boy?


I guess mickey prefers to not read about how gays were about as rare among hoboes as in Greenwich Village on a Friday night. The word "gay" as referring to homosexuals started with American hoboes because many of the young hoboes were called "gaycats." Older hoboes groomed them.

I should have realized that an all-male lifestyle has its motives. But I just had never seen hoboes-as-gay on any television or movie shows, and I hadn't really thought much about it.

Obviously many hoboes had some avant garde and possibly sexually traumatic events with their lifestyle, and I can see how someone would refuse to read about or acknowledge that an all-male lifestyle would inevitably lead to certain language and fears of being outed. It's like coming out of prison. Nobody talks about what went on in prison when lights go out.

It is telling, actually quite a giveaway, that mickey actively avoids all information that goes against whatever he's trying to sell in life.
You are one dumb son of a bitch that believes those fantasies you read. Why do you read so much gay literature? Oh, that's right. You're gay. Tell me. Between you and Keystoner, which one is the bitch?

There were no homos in any hobo jungle I ever been in. Just saying you're homo would get you killed. No witnesses on the rails dude. Gays would be left for dead.

You really don't know anything about the lifestyle. Women were in all the bars dumazz. I scored chicks a hell of a lot more when I was broke than when I had money. There was a reason for that though. You think twice about taking some chick up to your hotel room when you got a big wad of money in your pocket. You could wake up broke.

But I had a trick I sometimes used at casino bars. If it looked like I was going to score a chick I would excuse myself to use the restroom. Off to the cage I went and put my money in the box. Except for two 20 dollars bills. I'd put one bill on each side of my pants. If I woke up the next morning and she was gone I checked my pants to see if she took one bill or both.

Now, it's time for you to get back to blowing maxie.

Well, either mickey's telling it like it is, or people who are hobo historians are telling it like it is.

The thing about me, I haven't been a hobo, so I'm no expert. But I attended a hobo convention in Laughlin. I love trains (I have my 35,000 Amtrak miles ready to find the 1.5 million-winner Waldo). I grew up on Railroad Avenue, about 60 yards from a major freight line serving coal breakers. We walked the five or six miles from town to town, following the tracks. We took potatoes and set up campfires and cooked in various areas next to the tracks. There were some walks, like from Frackville to St. Clair, where after a hard rain, the ground would have fallen away from underneath portions of the tracks, making it dangerous to walk across certain short areas.