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 I’m too tall.
I was, honestly, starting to have some thoughts of van infidelity. I mean, I like Helga a lot. I want to be faithful to her. She’s never left me. But there was that episode in Glenallen, and I started thinking about, you know, bigger vans and indoor cooking where you can stand up.
Now that I’ve hung out ing Possum’s van, though, my love and fidelity to Helga has been renewed. I might not be able to stand up, but she fits me like a cacoon.