He had followers, John the Baptist, didn't he? Maybe some of them loaded up on trail mix before they joined his party.
We have become so soft. I am almost tempted to walk out of my house and live as a homeless. I may actually do it too, such is my impulsive streak.
It doesn't frighten me, at least not as much as hell or purgatory. The weather is warm and I'm sure I'd have great success as a street preacher, although my inability to grow a beard is a handicap. I'll never have that wild and woolly look.
Maybe I'm onto something... Bring back Desert Asceticism! Los Angeles is the desert!