Buddy, can you paradigm?

This kind of just came out in a rush. I've always had something of an affinity with the whole vagabond thing, although I was never sappy enough to buy the big, agrandized notion of the noble hobo. When I was in my late teens and a bit in my early 20's, I spent some time in amongst them, and they can tend to be, as a rule, a bunch of dumb, smelly, dishonest assholes. But there were many I met whom I genuinely admired. But this is more about the intestinal fortitude it takes to live without a home in this country, which is structured very specifically to make such living difficult, dangerous, and, paradoxically, rather expensive. What else should I say?*