Well. He's dead. So I guess he will be one of said demons haunting your bung hole as you look for a Dracula zombie fetus to infest that space you call a canal or the dribbly little thing...wait. What? Yeah. No. Shut Up...fuck it. OK back to the subject at hand.
So you want to live in a van and talk about how to etc. Then you say dark outside lights out? Yours such a pussy. Id get my shit air tight with a legit curtain, looking van....like the old Cstro van rape machines....then fill the fridge with beer and call some CL hookers. Ya. Move over bang bus. I got tha V VAN. Or was it VD?
I can say I would live in a travel trailer. More like the bat cave...troll tavern. But that's me. I need a writers shed...fuck it gimme shelter in a camper and Ill just live the fucking life. Laptop some cold ones, a working toilet. Yeah you dont shit where you eat people, specially if it doesn't flush.....then of course a big screen....a gun, some heroin....wait. Anyways. I see small living. I understand it.
I lived outside for a time. I didn't have a van or trailer of my own. It sucked ass. So why would I do it now? Well cause I dont "need" any more than that. My children do, which is what they shall have...but me? Fuck it gimme a hillbilly holocaust hobo homicide domicile any day and I'm golden.
Remember kids. Less space = less room to run. You do the math. I do it based on the monster comin in the window. He cant hide and bullets still hurt. Now you...I dont know what you may use the formula for. Not do I want to. So put the panty hose back in the drawer until next week....and bring me some beer.
This blog brought to you by cyanide and stereo's. Cause one kills ya and one wakes you back up. And both are free if you live in the ghetto.