Because I’m confined to the back seat of the Scion for at least 90 days (license suspended, curiously even though I don’t have a valid license to begin with), with my roommates taking turns chauffeuring me, I have an actual bed now. I can lay across the seats and it’s cozy. Or would be if I had pillows and a proper blanket. I’d acclimated to a life where I legit considered it comfortable sitting up in my driver’s seat, with just like a sleeping bag as a blanket.

And I guess replacing the sleeping bag is a symbolic kind of thing. I’m really only technically homeless, it feels like.

I also need to brush my teeth, and eat breakfast—and maybe, as a treat, hit up Goodwill? I still don’t have the courage to shoplift.

CashApp/Venmo: allthetimesivedied