Close to it. When I lived in Chicago, I worked at a wholesale company, (Louis MeLind and Co.) as a biller. It paid peanuts, and I lived from paycheck to paycheck. My 'room' was a closet sized room with just a bed. I ate at a restaurant on the corner of the block every day. I ate hot dog most times. The waitress there was very friendly, and all of a sudden she disappeared. I asked what happened to her, and they told me she had committed suicide.
I eventually moved back to California, and went to work for the post office where I worked as a sorter. I shared an apartment with two college students.
With no future in sight, I enlisted into the USAF. That was the best decision I made, because they assigned me to work with munitions and nuclear weapons. I made E4 in 18 months where the average time is 26 months.
After my discharge, I moved back to Chicago, because a guy I met on base was from Chicago, and his parents owned Honolulu Harry's Club Waikiki on Wilson and Nakanoya's across from Lincoln Park. He asked me to move to Chicago if I didn't have other plans, so that's what I did.
To make a long story short, I eventually returned to California, earned my college degree, then worked for Florsheim Shoe Company. After 3.5 years as a Field Auditor, they promoted me to Audit Manager, so we moved to Naperville, a suburb of Chicago. I took the Burlington into the city, and our office was on the next block to Union Station. I did that for another three years, and was ready to move back to California to family and friends.
After returning to California, I was controller for a couple of companies, did consulting work, and retired at 63. During work and after retirement, I traveled extensively throughout the world that included all five continents and 90 countries with many repeats.
So things progressed quite well for me.
During WWII, we were sent to concentration camp in Northern California where we lived in tar-papered barracks. It snowed in winter, and we had one pot bellied stove fueled by coal in the middle of the room. There were no sidewalks or roads, and during the winters, it was muddy. This is probably the closest to living on the streets.