Well it's been a minute since we checked in on our old pal Jimi the Hobo. At that time he was literally homeless, sleeping by the side of a storage facility in south San Diego, picking up temporary jobs and living off is donos. After the holidays, he went up to visit his mom and, well, never quite left. At least for a few months.
Yeah I guess relations between his mom and him had gotten better over the course of his holiday visits so that by the new year he was invited to go ahead and take up residence with her again, and that lasted for quite a while, but then for some unspoken reason, of course, things took a downturn and he eventually had to start looking for a place of his own.
His first thoughts the beginning part of this year was that he would be living in a van, but then eventually must have gotten an offer for a cheap apartment from a longtime subscriber that he felt he could deal with and he took him up on that.
So with a job under his belt that he had been working while he was staying with his mom, he was able to get credit to buy a brand new car, and he used that to move out to southern New Mexico, many miles away from his daughters, to a tiny town in the middle of nowhere.
Here we see him partying with the subscriber who turned him on to the apartment. Apparently, it's not owned by this guy, he's another tenant of the landlord, but he's not a roommate either; Jimi has his own apartment which he's renting for $550 a month.
Jimmy quit his job he had in Cali, of course, in order to take up this apartment. This is how Jimmy's brain works. Immediate gratification. He built up enough of a nest egg with this job he had, has a brand new car, and a cheap apartment that from the looks of it are okay and some drinking buddies to hang out with. Never you mind the cold hard facts.
Where is he going to get a job in this Tiny Town in the middle of nowhere? I took a look at the town in Google Maps, it's one of those Sedona-like hippy dippy places that survive at the behest of a nearby liberal arts college. In other words, if he thinks he's going to get a simple retail job, with his political outlook and his Boomer give-a-fuck attitude, he'll be hitting the bricks all the day long wondering why nobody is hiring him.
So we know the money's going to run out, we know he's going to not be able to pay his car bill so that'll get repoed, then he won't make rent and even if it's a super cool and understanding landlord that rents to this cast of Spinal Tap 2, he'll be out on his ass again, sleeping in the woods of New Mexico just in time for the winter winds in the mountains as the coyote wails its lonesome cry for all the hobos out there.