Yeah, I definitely like to look as poor and eccentric as possible...which is actually kind of easy because I live in Southern California, so even with my salary we're still pretty much poor people, and I am bipolar so the eccentric part is easy.
Dude in the driveway definitely sounds like a scout. I've lived in a couple of trap houses myself, back in the day. I used to love the drugs, and selling the drugs, and doing the drugs...not so much anymore. Getting older is a strange experience. Like...as much as you'd still like to be doing the drugs, the drugs just kind of take more than they give these days.
I stick to beer, occasionally some whiskey, and occasionally some cannabis. It's all legal...I'm an adult. I can avoid reality if I damn well please, haha.
The fuck of it all is that our neighbors that had their home invasion are in the same boat as us. We all might be on the poorer side of things...but the homeless, drug addicted vets that roam are streets are poorer than we are, and they have a lot less to lose.
I wish my heart went out to them. I wish I felt compassion instead of contempt. I wish I felt charitable instead of suspicious.
But I don't have guns to protect my family from the government.