A true story of homeless-on-homeless crime in Boulder, CO


By Max R. Weller

Copied from my Facebook page:

When I returned to my campsite in north Boulder [yesterday] morning, after an absence of ten days, I found that some two-legged varmint had gone through my camping gear and helped himself to my camping pad and my large 9′ x 12′ tarp. I found the tarp a short distance away, neatly rolled up and concealed by a piece of cardboard.

I retrieved ALL of my stuff, which included a smaller 6′ X 8′ tarp I use as a ground cover, a couple of pillows, a couple of inexpensive comforters from Walmart, and my zero degree-rated sleeping bag — none of which had been stolen.

Good thing my friend has a minivan . . .

After returning to my hideout in a nearby city, I spread everything out to dry and freshen up in the sun. As I unrolled my large tarp, I found that it contained another camping pad and a comforter — neither belonging to me. I consider this “poetic justice” for the thief, who wound up losing his own stuff in the process of stealing mine.

He won’t be getting it back.

Moral of this tale: CRIME DOES NOT PAY!

Addendum (also from Facebook): For years I’ve made it a point to camp alone and maintain a low profile, which is why I’m accepted in the neighborhood where I’ve lived outdoors since early 2008, and law enforcement officers give me “a wink and a nod” when they do a welfare check, which isn’t often because they all know I’m okay. Unfortunately, the transients from Denver and elsewhere will roam around the area — which is at the edge of Boulder’s city limits, and includes both suburban and rural settings — boldly looking for anything they can steal, or for a place to party and pass out drunk. (My campsite is only a short distance from Boulder Shelter for the Homeless, which makes it more convenient for me to go there for a shower in the morning; I’d much prefer to be 1/2 mile or more away, but my bad hip and other medical issues make it impossible to walk that far.)

The tendency for many chronically homeless people is to form these rat packs of a dozen or more, and they can’t possibly escape drawing attention to themselves. S_T_U_P_I_D. As we get deeper into winter, I hope the bums will go to either the shelter or the emergency warming centers, and stay out of my area. Maybe they could hitchhike to a city in a warmer clime, such as San Antonio. LOL!


Portland, OR in 2013

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