A year ago, I lived in my car. In the backyard of my mother’s house, because I couldn’t face having issues at my apartment that they refused to fix and having to suck up living with her until I found a new place (or killed my landlord). The great thing is, I had an awesome job and far more money than I have now, but I think seeing this everyday, as boring as it sometimes was, made it feel sort of badass. Somehow this news circulated throughout the friends I ignored for a solid two years and they all (as rich assholes) ask how awful it was, very frequently. It was not awful, I really wish I could get that car back and live in it again, right now. In Kansas, even. BECAUSE I’M A BIG FUCKING DREAMER.
