Night one of car living, only… ten to go?!?
It was actually pretty easy… I mean, uncomfortable, yes. Paranoid, yes. Depressing, oh yeah. But easy enough to park behind a building, read by streetlight, make a nest in the backseat and go to sleep. The dreams are wacked out, but you do sleep. And since last night was undisturbed by the police or a murderer with a hook for a hand, this would seem to be the best temporary solution I can come up with.
At work now. I keep waiting for boss to offer her basement now that the party business is over, but just remembered their cat is coming home from an extended absence, so theoretically the house will already be too disturbed for them to consider taking on a guest, even one as unobtrusive as I try to be.
So… that’s where I’m at. No plans beyond finishing these ten or so days, driving down to D.C., and flying back to my bed in Nashville, which god forbid I ever leave again.
It goes without saying that if any readers talk to anyone (especially family) about this, our friendship is dissolved. Sorry, but them’s the breaks.
You made homelessness sound so good, Woody! I feel cheated!
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