“What’s at home? I had a family once: a wife, a job, a mortgage. I couldn’t sleep at night tied to all those things. Then death came to find me. So one morning, I freed myself with the clothes on my back. Good-bye. Now I sleep like a stone: sometimes under the stars, the rain, the roof of a barn. … Tomorrow I’ll be leaving this place, that’s for certain. If death was coming anyplace, it’s here, kid, creeping around every corner.”

….The Hobo Code