I did my first night of pedicabbing last night. I got all the paperwork in order, didn't read the handbook (as per my apparent policy), said that I didn't read it, took a lap around the parking lot of a bank, and was set loose. The man in charge, Tate, said the important thing is just to relax and have fun. So I went off down Duval St. ringing the little bell. Pedicab guys always ring the little bell. All night. At first, I was sort of wondering what I got myself into. New jobs always feel very unnatural. But I'm extremely invested down here at this point, so I'm sticking to it. And by the end of the night it was fun.
It's interesting to note that I am the only American person doing this job. The only one. All the guys are from South America, except for the Australian guy (so far as I know). They're students or some such here to make money for a few months. Also interesting to note is the cost of renting a pedicab from the company that has me on the roster. $500 per week. Yikes. I made about $100 last night at a very lukewarm work pace. I can do better... but yikes. That is not adding up to very much money at all. Everybody claims that it's dead right now, and it will pick up exponentially in a few weeks. If I were to drop out, I'd lose my claim to one of the bikes, and I wouldn't be here to make my fortune when the boom comes. I believe the season will definitely pick up, and I hope it's big bucks. I've heard $1000 can be done on New Years, and if I stay through April I can make $10,000. I don't know how accurate that is, but as I said I feel very invested and I'm sticking around for at least some kind of real money. My first night of 'rent' was free since I'd never ridden a pedicab before. My second night is also on the house because of what happened in the next paragraph.
There are five new guys from Argentina starting, and they need to take the test to get a US driver's license. Tate asked what kind of vehicle I have, to see if it could be borrowed. They could rent one, but a couple of the guys aren't 21, and somehow that won't fly too well. Even if someone else rented the car? I don't know why not - but anyway. I told Tate I've got a box truck, and it wouldn't be too good for taking a test, especially parallel parking. He mentioned he'd comp a nights rent. I told him I'd help, but I didn't know if using the box truck would really be helping. Well I met the South American guys at the Sheraton at 11, and showed them all about driving Truck House. Then we went to the DMV. The situation was clearly ridiculous, and we were told for various reasons that the test could not be taken in a big old truck. A guy there said the South Americans could use his car. It took more conversation than that, but that's what was said. Wow. He prepped them in native spoken Spanish, and they were in serious luck. That's a hell of a guy. I called Tate a little later to brief him on this update. I didn't have any assurances that there was something in it for me, but Tate sounds like a standup guy. He thanked me for my effort and comped my rent for tonight. Which I need. Cause I'm not seeing how I'm going to do much more than break even for a couple or a few weeks, and that might be tight.
Flash back to when I was talking to Tate about the possibility of borrowing my truck. He asked if I'd found a place to live. I told him that I had not. He pointed out a couple options - a place he had, a friend with a boat. I told him "you know what I'd really be looking for.... is a nice parking spot." He caught the drift, and with no specific words about living in a truck he told me about a great private lot that should be quiet and legit. I'm somewhat skeptical, or rather I don't want to get my hopes up too much - but he's showing me the spot tonight.
To further type more stuff, I'll say that I have high hopes for the pedicab job. Though it isn't currently lucrative, it's a lot of screwing around on a bike in the middle of a street of chaos. Not bad. I ended up mostly quoting flat rates to people. I made them up, and that's fine. It was slow - you could go an hour with no rides - so I tried to make the rides happen, and by the end of the night was very ready to try for another ten bucks wherever possible. I picked up three drunk girly girls. They weren't sold on a ride, but after a few exchanges we worked out $10 flat rate and no tip. I told them I'd charge $5 with a $5 tip so they wouldn't have to feel cheap about not tipping me. I took them to Sloppy Joe's and on the way we got plenty of applause and hooting. I hooted too, and made some of my typical boisterous noises. One persistent giraffe got a drink order and ran ahead. He was waiting with the drinks. The girls said they'd buy me a drink. The night was pretty much over, and I like drinks, so yeah. I'll flash forward and say that this was a good example of how I am absolutely incapable of putting on the phony-slick even when appropriate, called for, wanted, and easy to pull off. My arm totally got molested by boobs. Then I danced about 75 feet away from a girl while thinking to myself how I was having fun for the wrong reason. It was fun like watching yourself in the circus. I was somewhere up by the ceiling observing this whole scenario, and I was amused. Somebody needs to import some campfires and genuine souls down here. Sloppy Joe's is certainly not my scene. Neither was the strip club that the Brazilian guys went to after I extracted myself from those females. My brain keeps observing my body from afar, and I'd really like to get my feet onto the ground and meet a person. But I'm not too picky. Right now I'll take a situation if I can find myself in it, and be thankful. Even if I'm watching myself from somewhere else.
I was sitting here (right here) in the cab of Truck House in the shade of a hotel, and a couple came up to the window and asked if I was in the paper. They fucking spotted me. I thought that was very impossible, though the possibility has been joked about and mentioned. I was talking to Steve Pugmire on the phone when it actually happened, and he had just mentioned the possibility. I said I hoped it wouldn't happen, and I thought it very unlikely. Well two minutes later, I'm shaking hands with a couple through my window. I gave them a brief tour, and the guy gave me a $20 "donation." You know I'm not turning down money. No how! They were very nice and supportive and made me promise to buy a specific slice of pizza. Goodness me, yo.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Current situation
I found a good internet place. Bought a coffee, and I'm milking it for all it's worth. Apparently living out of a truck is deadly interesting to the media. ABC News, Philly Inquirer, the Bob and Sherri show, and Fark.com have picked up the whiff of it. Also about a dozen things I haven't called back. I feel like I don't have much to report. Truck House is pretty inhospitable when compared to about a thousand other vehicles decked out for living. And though I like myself pretty well, I don't have the crazy adventure experience of a thousand other folks. I've been sleeping in a truck, and spending time outside. There are a ton of people sleeping in vans and sailboats and on the beach. Now: me too.
My core desire at the moment is awesome parking. So if you're someone who knows someone on Key West who can provide that, please let me know. Seriously. There's tons of parking, and empty lots and unused driveways - but it's the kind of thing you have to clear with someone. I hope to hear from you. If you're down here, and want to hang out, call me. 610-324-6059. For real. Let's watch tv or stare at something. I'm not picky, and I'm not a jerk.
The sleeping has been going fine. There's traffic noise and all that, but it hasn't been too hot at all. It's nice down here. That said, my main concern is trying to weave myself into the fabric down here. I'm going through all the hoops to be a pedicab driver. If not for that situation on the horizon, and the hope of meeting some people, I'd be much worse. THAT said, I had another little anxiety attack yesterday. Those fuckers are getting pesky. All I can do is wait it out. I'm not complaining - I know I get that shit in a pretty mild dose. But in the interest of being thoroughly honest about this little adventure, I'm telling you how it is. When I pulled into the keys and stopped for breakfast on Key Largo I was in love. I said "love" out loud five times in a row. Real nerd-style. I was confident and all but singing. Actually, I was singing. Erykah Badu. I took off my shirt asap, and was punching the air. That's me. A total air puncher. Since then, the best I've felt is:
1) NOT having anxiety (observant, satisfied)
2) Drunk on Steele Reserve
I know full well that I need to find people and projects. I need missions and stuff to do. I think I'm going to start the pedicab job later today, which would be fantastic. I learned a lesson: don't let anxiety keep you from getting stuff done if at all possible. I should have had my ducks in a row within one day of being here. It took about three, and this morning I asked myself what that was all about. Then I responded with something like "that's how stuff rolls with me sometimes."
A lot of people criticized me on Fark.com for spending $5k on the truck. That's a pretty fair thing to point out. Too much. But it should be noted that it won't decrease in value very quickly, and I'll sell it when I'm done with it. Money's money. It's a pain sometimes, and we all just keep on living anyway.
My core desire at the moment is awesome parking. So if you're someone who knows someone on Key West who can provide that, please let me know. Seriously. There's tons of parking, and empty lots and unused driveways - but it's the kind of thing you have to clear with someone. I hope to hear from you. If you're down here, and want to hang out, call me. 610-324-6059. For real. Let's watch tv or stare at something. I'm not picky, and I'm not a jerk.
The sleeping has been going fine. There's traffic noise and all that, but it hasn't been too hot at all. It's nice down here. That said, my main concern is trying to weave myself into the fabric down here. I'm going through all the hoops to be a pedicab driver. If not for that situation on the horizon, and the hope of meeting some people, I'd be much worse. THAT said, I had another little anxiety attack yesterday. Those fuckers are getting pesky. All I can do is wait it out. I'm not complaining - I know I get that shit in a pretty mild dose. But in the interest of being thoroughly honest about this little adventure, I'm telling you how it is. When I pulled into the keys and stopped for breakfast on Key Largo I was in love. I said "love" out loud five times in a row. Real nerd-style. I was confident and all but singing. Actually, I was singing. Erykah Badu. I took off my shirt asap, and was punching the air. That's me. A total air puncher. Since then, the best I've felt is:
1) NOT having anxiety (observant, satisfied)
2) Drunk on Steele Reserve
I know full well that I need to find people and projects. I need missions and stuff to do. I think I'm going to start the pedicab job later today, which would be fantastic. I learned a lesson: don't let anxiety keep you from getting stuff done if at all possible. I should have had my ducks in a row within one day of being here. It took about three, and this morning I asked myself what that was all about. Then I responded with something like "that's how stuff rolls with me sometimes."
A lot of people criticized me on Fark.com for spending $5k on the truck. That's a pretty fair thing to point out. Too much. But it should be noted that it won't decrease in value very quickly, and I'll sell it when I'm done with it. Money's money. It's a pain sometimes, and we all just keep on living anyway.
Monday, December 3, 2007
I'm living in the Truck now
I've got an internet connection for the minute, so here's what's up. I'm down in Key West. I've spent 2 nights in Truck House, and I'm still adjusting. It smells like wood and paint. I don't know anyone in Key West, which is kinda difficult for a man who's made like me, but I'm dealing. Last night I parked on the north end of the island, and was serenaded by big vehicles going by fast, and planes taking off from the airport right next door. I was absolutely beat from the ride down, and only had about 4 hours of sleep if that. I zonked at 8:30 or so, and managed to get some good solid rest. I'm going to try for some quieter parking tonight.
The weather down here is insanely beautiful. It's the weirdest mix for me between being in love with the weather, and completely tripped out every second of the day from the 'experience' I'm having here.
My thoughts so far about vehicle living are that if you plan to try this, you should think really hard about getting a normal looking van. In my mind, a box truck looked low key to the core. Now that I've been looking at it, it seems like a big white flag with an RV door on the side. I take comfort in what I've always known: nobody notices shit. If you act normal about it, you can do whatever you want. My original plan was to leave Truck House parked in the same spot for weeks in West Chester or Philly. That is no longer my goal. I'd rather have something that takes less gas, has more windows, more ventilation, access from the cab or front (important!), and is more agile and invisible. Life is all about progress. I'm going with Truck House for now. What does the future hold? Maybe a van. Hopefully some eventual land with a BIG version of Truck House including a wood stove, huge skylights and a lot of love. Now you know about my present and my future. My heart is wide open to dreams. Though things are currently strange, I'm looking forward to relishing the present. Right now I'm the kid at the dance leaning on the wall. Better than staying at home, but my heart isn't beating at the proper speed all the time. I hope that doesn't sound to tripped out or silly.
Also: I realize that I was just on the front page of the Philly Inquirer, below the fold. If you're reading this because of that, you can definitely leave comments or send me some email. I like people. Pre-today, this was probably only checked out by about 4 people, hence no comments, etc.
The weather down here is insanely beautiful. It's the weirdest mix for me between being in love with the weather, and completely tripped out every second of the day from the 'experience' I'm having here.
My thoughts so far about vehicle living are that if you plan to try this, you should think really hard about getting a normal looking van. In my mind, a box truck looked low key to the core. Now that I've been looking at it, it seems like a big white flag with an RV door on the side. I take comfort in what I've always known: nobody notices shit. If you act normal about it, you can do whatever you want. My original plan was to leave Truck House parked in the same spot for weeks in West Chester or Philly. That is no longer my goal. I'd rather have something that takes less gas, has more windows, more ventilation, access from the cab or front (important!), and is more agile and invisible. Life is all about progress. I'm going with Truck House for now. What does the future hold? Maybe a van. Hopefully some eventual land with a BIG version of Truck House including a wood stove, huge skylights and a lot of love. Now you know about my present and my future. My heart is wide open to dreams. Though things are currently strange, I'm looking forward to relishing the present. Right now I'm the kid at the dance leaning on the wall. Better than staying at home, but my heart isn't beating at the proper speed all the time. I hope that doesn't sound to tripped out or silly.
Also: I realize that I was just on the front page of the Philly Inquirer, below the fold. If you're reading this because of that, you can definitely leave comments or send me some email. I like people. Pre-today, this was probably only checked out by about 4 people, hence no comments, etc.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Pee bottle
Last night I decided it might be about time to start getting used to some of the unconventional aspects of living in a truck. Specifically I decided to get used to peeing in a bottle. Get used to? I wish I took this approach years ago! I have a wide mouth Nalgene bottle with a tint to it that disguises the content. The only thing to get used to is how awesome and convenient this is.
1) I was watching a show (The First 48hrs. on A&E), and I didn't have to leave the room to pee.
2) When I get up to pee in the morning , sometimes I'd like to get right back to bed but I lose some sleepy momentum on the way to the john.
The piss bottle minimizes how much waking up you have to do. I'm also happy to note how well the screw-on lid seals. No fear of spills. I recommend a Nalgene style piss bottle for everyone (who's a male). Make sure it's a wide mouth version, and see about getting something with a tint that will obscure the true contents of the bottle. Mine is 32oz and it's good for two hefty drinking pees. I got much of the details of this idea from somewhere at www.cheaprvliving.com - a genius resource.
1) I was watching a show (The First 48hrs. on A&E), and I didn't have to leave the room to pee.
2) When I get up to pee in the morning , sometimes I'd like to get right back to bed but I lose some sleepy momentum on the way to the john.
The piss bottle minimizes how much waking up you have to do. I'm also happy to note how well the screw-on lid seals. No fear of spills. I recommend a Nalgene style piss bottle for everyone (who's a male). Make sure it's a wide mouth version, and see about getting something with a tint that will obscure the true contents of the bottle. Mine is 32oz and it's good for two hefty drinking pees. I got much of the details of this idea from somewhere at www.cheaprvliving.com - a genius resource.
Getting soft/ leaving Friday/ pep talk
By now, I've been staying at my parents place for almost 5 months. That seems nearly impossible to me. After 3 months, I kept thinking of it as just 3. In that time I've all but lost my awesome outdoorsy hoboness that I developed on my bicycle tour in June. I've been sleeping inside, taking long hot showers, and recently I've been watching TV again. When I first got back I just wanted to sit around a fire all the time and continue to get familiar with my basic essential needs. On Friday I'm headed to Key West to follow through with this great plan. Hopefully I can spend that time getting back to the basics and falling in love with a cheap simple life. I hope I can coast back and forth between a coffee shop and the beach and some other choice spots, and appreciate how awesome and easy life can be. Realistically, I know from past experience that getting started will be difficult for me mentally. I like when people call it the blues. To me, that fits. What I'm really looking forward to is being able to peel back that layer and get to the sweet core of simple freedom and adventure. How long will it take? If I find that mental sweet spot that I'm looking for, will I be able to continue finding awesome ways to stay snuggled in satisfaction? I've been getting some tough bouts of anxiety recently. They're mixed in with happy spells too. It's like my life is a balloon - 'cause balloons are happy and awesome, but they're also filled tight and fragile. You might pop it pretty easy if you don't take care. I don't know if that makes sense to you, but it's damn close to exactly how I feel. Tenuously happy.
I wrote myself a pep talk about going to Key West. A strong man born a free spirit shouldn't need to psych himself into smart adventures - but I'm a balloon these days, not a soccer ball. This is mildly ludicrous, but I'm going to share it anyway.
I wrote myself a pep talk about going to Key West. A strong man born a free spirit shouldn't need to psych himself into smart adventures - but I'm a balloon these days, not a soccer ball. This is mildly ludicrous, but I'm going to share it anyway.
11/22/07, Mid-ThanksgivingSo there you have it. That's some highly personal stuff with me talking to my future self. I wasn't going to post it up, but I think it gives some perspective on what's happening in my brain and my life. Current mood? I'm happy! I'm going to sit around and roll through life for awhile. But I don't think for a minute that I won't be needing to look at that pep talk. I wrote a pep talk before my bicycle tour, and it ended up helping me up in Quebec when I was stopped at a little general store. I read a book, and things were a little easier again.
It's an adventure, and no matter how ridiculous it can get, you should still be happy to have the opportunity. Whatever you are feeling, and whatever chemicals are screwing around in your brain, you really need to try to keep everything in perspective. Sure you'll be lonely and weirded out at first. That's ok - you know how that goes. Don't turn back and cause yourself regret before you even fully dive into the new situation. You are one of the luckiest people on earth. If that isn't good enough, then you are selfish. You could be so much worse off right now and still people would beg to trade places for a day. You could be:
a starving child
a prisoner
fearing death
born depressed
addicted to crack
struggling to raise a family
Just find a pleasant way to take some deep breaths and relax. This might be weird, but you can't really call it a struggle. If you decide to pack up and go north, you really don't have a whole lot to get excited about. It can wait. It's colder. You'll have to get a new job. You'll miss out on a part of your adventure and you'll regret it. You aren't missing anything up north. Everything will be precisely the same when you return. Figure out what you'll do when you get back, maybe - but don't just think about how you'll be happier up there. You won't for very long - all that can wait. Stay in Key West at least a month, or you don't have a feeling for it at all and you're just freaking out because you can't deal with shit.
If you're not feeling all that happy, that's just fake. It's human stuff coming to bog you down, and it all comes down to chemicals and you being a wuss. You'll be back up north where you know all sorts of people soon. Just chill out and try to find out everything that's going on down here. There is shit to do that is fun and takes time. I know there's a community pool with showers. You can try to seek out free food. You can try to find a group or an event. Get a book to read. You can explore a new street and memorize a map of the island. Why not check out every single street? You might find kickass parking.
Is someone getting on your nerves about how you're staying in a Truck? Be careful not to let it bother you too much. Just move the truck the best you can, and don't let it get you down. You are 100% morally justified in this living arrangement. People should be allowed to live in a way that helps them, and hurts nobody. Pursuit of happiness. Just keep going and finding different spots if it's a problem. From the past here, I don't see how it can be a big problem, but I know the future Chris pretty well, and assume that it might weigh on your mind. Chill out. Write about it. Rendezvous at the beach!
11/22/07 9:34pm
Alright, so you made your pep talk earlier today. You know how it's going to feel, and you're a little anxious right now. In fact, you're feeling a lot of anxiety. You said yourself that you feel backed into a corner. You feel like you keep starting stuff, and you never follow through. Now you've got all this stuff going on and everything seems crazy and up in the air. Well you can only expect to get through stuff one step at a time. You've had this anxiety going on for awhile. It's on and off. Sometimes Key West sounds like an easy, smart, unbeatable plan. Sometimes a different logic takes hold and it's all you can do to breathe properly. Well, you're going to have to mellow out and breathe. Life goes pretty slowly sometimes. Whether you see it clearly or not, you have to trust your(past)self that this is a golden opportunity to chill the fuck out. Put in the time.
Back to the reason you decided to write this to yourself. You were just taking a bath, and you wanted to tell yourself some more stuff for the future. Set little goals. When you're down there, just try to find some kind of daily rhythm and try to accomplish some little goals. This might be a good time to read something about meditation. Getting some books is a really good way to spend some time and relax anyway. Find out where a good hot tub is. Or maybe a few hot tubs so you can rotate. Find out about that shower at the MLK pool. Go to the beach more than you did in Boca. Try to do something to meet people somehow. Please, try not to take things too seriously - even if everything seems to suck. Ride your bike. Maybe try to find a destination a little out of the way to make a nice regular bike ride. Couscous with something mixed into it is usually a good idea. Read a newspaper. Remember to learn about blowing glass when you get back - maybe figure out what you need and set aside money for that. Dude - if you start each morning with a jog on the beach, you'll probably be much better off. Listen to music. Be happy that you exist.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Painting, Key West
The inside room is all built. It's about 7.5' x 10'. The living area is separated from a few more feet of not-insulated 'porch' area. That's where you put your dirty shoes, store some shit, and watch rainstorms from if you're parked in a good spot. I'm really glad to be done with the logistics of cutting wood and insulation. Now I'm on to paint, which is much more fun. I Listen to some loud music, and let it rip with the roller and some singing along. That's alright! I ended up going with bright yellow because of the light reflection factor, and the fact that Danielle and I couldn't find a bright enough pink easily enough. I'm happy with the yellow. This is, I think, coat number four in the pictures. The shitty OSB board that I used for the walls is pretty rough, and soaks up paint like a blank-blank-blank soaks up the sun. (A lot, eh!) Well, there you have it. Not much of a logistical update to this saga, but proof that I'm still chugging along.
I got some pretty nice navy blue carpet at work, and a fold-out bed that's kinda like a chair made out of couch cushions that folds out into a sleepover mattress. If you know what I mean, great, if not, I guess you'll have to wait for more pictures. I also got an awesome sink at work. I don't remember if I mentioned all this.
In real and actual news, I'm planning to take this beast down to Key West and work as a pedicab driver (bicycle taxi). I've kinda had that idea in the back of my mind, but I finally researched it and talked to a guy today who said if I'm there in early December, I basically have a job. I'm excited and apprehensive, but I'm going to give it a shot. I think Nat's going to go with me too. That's a dude who's my friend. We went on a fairly hearty-length bicycle trip together in June, so I know we can occupy the same small space. This will probably beat the living shit out of slogging through the landfill all winter.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
pain in the ass walls, etc
I'd like to have some pictures for you, but right now I've just got words. Look how long since my last post. It has taken a long time to get some shit done. My current task is just to put up some insulation and some wood over it. I'm basically building a box within the box. I think I've mentioned that I'm not a carpenter. You should see this shit. I guess it'll probably be functional enough, but it's pretty rough and ugly. Since I don't know what the hell I'm doing, I just took some measurements to get rough ideas, and spent an asslot of money at Home Depot. If I could go back and start from scratch, I could do a much better job and probably make it much cheaper and prettier. As it is, I'm learning a lot from my mistakes, but I'm sticking with them for now.
I've lost a lot of space inside the box, building the ceiling pretty low to clear the roll-up door. My bunk area has gotten pretty short - don't know if that'll still work out. If not, I can store stuff up there or something. I still have to put the finishing touches on it, and take some pictures to show off, but the 'room' is basically done. I put the back wall behind the entrance door, which leaves a couple unfinished feet between the back wall and the roll-up door. That's the porch. I'm going to keep propane tanks and batteries on the porch. And probably my bike. The door to get in from the porch is probably just going to be a piece of wood that I move aside - a cheap trap door. With that setup, the truck will still look pretty stealth even when you look in the back door, or the RV entrance door.
I'm pretty much a sick obsessive human being. I don't mean it in a bad way, but I do mean it strongly and sincerely. I love myself as much as anyone could, but there is something wrong with how one single theme at a time completely takes over my life. Living in this truck is all I think about. Sometimes I think it will work, sometimes I think it will not. One thing that steels my reserve is all this reading I've been doing about others who have had success in their own stealth-vehicle-homes. I really want to make this work, and have a better simpler life. I'm very impressed with the website cheaprvliving.com - all of the buttons on the left lead to different stories, which all fascinate me. People are happy living in vans and cars and all sorts of setups - and this website tells their stories. It's also a great resource for finding good answers to how to equip your vehicle, and how to get around the logistics of the potty, electricity, entertainment, and what-have-you.
I'm going to paint the crap out of the ugly-ass interior of this room I built, and hopefully that will make it more awesome. I've re-decided on bright yellow. I'm going back and forth between pink and yellow, and yellow reflects more light. I don't want it to be dark and gloomy. It kinda is right now.
I got my bed from work last week. It's just what I was looking for - one of those fold-up cushion chairs that can be laid out to form a thick cushion 'mattress.' I also got a small but awesome basin sink and some really awesome waterproof winter boots that are made in Canada. They're well insulated, and they fit perfectly. The novelty of the junk removal business is starting to wear off - but it's easy, and I keep getting all this free shit that I need.
I've lost a lot of space inside the box, building the ceiling pretty low to clear the roll-up door. My bunk area has gotten pretty short - don't know if that'll still work out. If not, I can store stuff up there or something. I still have to put the finishing touches on it, and take some pictures to show off, but the 'room' is basically done. I put the back wall behind the entrance door, which leaves a couple unfinished feet between the back wall and the roll-up door. That's the porch. I'm going to keep propane tanks and batteries on the porch. And probably my bike. The door to get in from the porch is probably just going to be a piece of wood that I move aside - a cheap trap door. With that setup, the truck will still look pretty stealth even when you look in the back door, or the RV entrance door.
I'm pretty much a sick obsessive human being. I don't mean it in a bad way, but I do mean it strongly and sincerely. I love myself as much as anyone could, but there is something wrong with how one single theme at a time completely takes over my life. Living in this truck is all I think about. Sometimes I think it will work, sometimes I think it will not. One thing that steels my reserve is all this reading I've been doing about others who have had success in their own stealth-vehicle-homes. I really want to make this work, and have a better simpler life. I'm very impressed with the website cheaprvliving.com - all of the buttons on the left lead to different stories, which all fascinate me. People are happy living in vans and cars and all sorts of setups - and this website tells their stories. It's also a great resource for finding good answers to how to equip your vehicle, and how to get around the logistics of the potty, electricity, entertainment, and what-have-you.
I'm going to paint the crap out of the ugly-ass interior of this room I built, and hopefully that will make it more awesome. I've re-decided on bright yellow. I'm going back and forth between pink and yellow, and yellow reflects more light. I don't want it to be dark and gloomy. It kinda is right now.
I got my bed from work last week. It's just what I was looking for - one of those fold-up cushion chairs that can be laid out to form a thick cushion 'mattress.' I also got a small but awesome basin sink and some really awesome waterproof winter boots that are made in Canada. They're well insulated, and they fit perfectly. The novelty of the junk removal business is starting to wear off - but it's easy, and I keep getting all this free shit that I need.
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