Vans, that is. I’ve finally met up with Possum. First we hung out in his van, then mine, then his, and then mine again. He has one of those big vans you can stand up in. Maybe I’ll post a pic tomorrow, if it’s okay with him. Anyways, I can’t stand up in it because… Continue reading You show me yours, I'll show you mine.
There’s a lot of variety in van dweller bathing. Some people carry five gallon buckets to stand in while they dump water over their head. I don’t have room for a bucket and I can’t stand up, so my strategy is a little lower key. I have two and a half main bathing strategies: one… Continue reading How to Bathe When You Live in a Van.
Whew. I’m finally done with my two weeks of dancing in this crazy drunken little christian town. Having to work at five every day and expend enormous amounts of social and physical (at this club I’m on stage for exactly one third of the eight hours they’re open) energy just doesn’t lend itself well to… Continue reading Taking Stock
I almost bought one of those Coleman Buddy heaters last night. I sat on the cold tile floor in an aisle at WalMart and pulled it out of the box. It promises instant safety shut offs in the case of tippage or low oxygen. I could totally regain control of my van dwelling life, warm… Continue reading Mr. Buddy
I should have listened to Esther and done it back when the Gateway first broke. Last night I graced a gentleman with my company for the night. He owns an oil company and I could not resist the goldmine of a sociological train wreck that is me in this crazily Christian town, in the middle… Continue reading New Laptop
I think this is the most asked question: why don’t you live in an RV? A bus? A box van? Or at least a full size van? 1. I get 26 MPG. No one ever believes me, but I’ve calculated it a gazillion times. You know what kind of gas mileage big old camper vans… Continue reading Six Reasons I Live in an Astro
Sometimes in my life of adventure and leisure I run out of money. Then I work really hard for a while. While I was in Canada I made a list of money to make when I got here. There’s the IRS, the transmission, medicine for a friend, gas money for a couple months, and it… Continue reading Cops and Drunk Strippers
I had the worst border crossing ever. Usually the van does get searched at the border, and I can understand that I look like one of them damn pot smokin hippies, living in a van and all. The Canadian searchers put things back exactly the way they find them, and only search it once a… Continue reading Half empty or half full?
All this breaking down has reminded me of all the other times I’ve broken down. I think I’ve broken down in more states then most people have lived in. Why just in Arizona alone I’ve broken down four different times. There is something about Phoenix that makes whatever I’m driving fall apart, catch fire, or… Continue reading Best Breakdown Ever
I think you should all know that one of my very favoritest van dwelling people has started a blog. She’s like a more grown up version of me. But she was my favorite van dweller before I knew that. I was at this truck stop in New Mexico breaking up with my girlfriend and moving… Continue reading Dear World