The one primitive I know in real life, a primitive in Omaha but who posts on Skins's island as if she lives in California, is a real piece of work when it comes to hoarding things.
She's in her late 30s, about 250 pounds, and subsists on social security "disability" due to "depression." Single, had two cats. The last time I saw her, so as to be kind to the cats, I changed the litter box, which obviously hadn't been changed for weeks.
I'm a nice guy.
This was about four years ago; the cats have since gone away.
Anyway, she lives in a subsidized apartment crammed floor-to-rafters with "things;" there's a couch and some chairs in the living room, but one can't use them because they're piled with things. There's a table and chairs in the kitchen, but one can use them because they're piled with things. She lives in her bedroom, on a waterbed, with telephone and television and computer within arm's-reach. The bedroom has more things in it, than air.
The only time she ventures out is the day her check is deposited into the bank; then she gussies up, and heads right for Wal-Mart, and spends it all on more things.