Hey there, boys and girls!
As you all know, HoboTrashcan has now officially entered the Terrible Twos, kicking and screaming and careening headfirst into the next year. And guess what? I am still a hobo at heart.
When I was originally asked to be the official website girl for HoboTrashcan, I was beside myself. Me? How did they know I was a really a down and dirty vagabond underneath this glamorous exterior? Is it because they noticed that I eat beans out of cans? Or because I classily chug diesel-fuel-smelling vodka from nippy bottles? Or because I keep a switchblade in my back pocket, just in case I need to cut a dude’s ear off for ganking my sleeping bag or bogarting the community bonfire?
All I know is that this hammy chick likes to ride the rails. Thus, in honor of HoboTrashcan’s two-year anniversary, I dug out my camera, donned my best cotton bandana and snapped some photos down at the train yard to show that I am still a Boxcar Betty, hopping trains and bouncing from one boxcar to another.
As always … catch you on the next train to anywhere!
In whiskey we trust.