A few weeks ago a woman I met in a cafe gave me the keys and directions to her house thirty seconds after meeting me. I was shocked. I mean, I would at least have to hide the sex toys. But that’s how people are in the village. They live in this one small world… Continue reading Managed Identities
(Or, the dilemma’s that arise in WalMart parking lots.) I’m sleeping in a walmart parking lot and I’m next to this RV that’s here every time I’m here. Like, I think these people have lived at this walmart for years. Anyways, they’re drunk and fighting (and it’s like 4:30am here) and guy A pushed guy… Continue reading The dilemma's of a hobo stripper
“Tara?” He’s asking, tentative. He looks absolutely the same, plus facial hair. “Omigoddess, I haven’t seen you in years!! How are you?” “I’m married and I have six kids now! This is my oldest daughter, Rain.” “Wow… to that same woman? The one that was writing the book?” Yeah, the same woman. They built two… Continue reading Meeting in a Coffee Shop
I wake up to the softstrong lull of ocean waves and the sweet sting of salty wind. The first thing I see is the ocean, but my eyes are heavy and the next thing I know I’m dreaming of mushrooms and revolutions. When I wake again the ocean is still there, the breeze still fresh.… Continue reading Wave
Davka has the van I wish I’d been living in for the last two years instead of this Astro. It’s an Econoline 150 with the 4.9. Practically the same gas mileage I get with way more space. She got it from a guy who got it from a guy who lived in it when he… Continue reading Davka's New Van
When I tried posting these a few weeks ago, it didn’t work. A very computer wise guy tried, too, and he says the dell format that I recorded them in is just too fucked to be shrunk or translated.Â So I typed up the van dwelling one. For those of you that don’t know, Possum… Continue reading The Possum Interviews, #1
Â I called around to all the parts stores in town, and found a fuel pump for $280. Then I bargained them down to $220. Van dwelling lesson: always ask for discounts. Then flirt a little and ask again. The parts people recommended a mobile mechanic. I called him and he said he’d change it for… Continue reading More of an update than a post
Every new begining comes from some other beginings end… The van broke down on the way to the gathering, of course.Â I’m well versed in my AAA rights, since the time they wouldn’t come get me because I wasn’t within a hundred miles of anything, so I got them to tow me to the gathering.Â … Continue reading Breaking, breaking, breaking….
She takes and she takes, she takes and she takes, she understands when she gives it away. – Beth Hart I stop at every Flying J I see. See, back when I was in that crazy capitalist stripping town, I got a months worth of wifi at the truck stop for twenty bucks. I figured… Continue reading Truckstop Samaritan
This is my first attempt at video blogging, so cross your fingers and be patient! Possum on Van Dwelling Okay, this might work better?