Jeff at Starbucks explaining why he quit his job and moved into his van, so he could finally pursue writing full-time.
"There's only so much you can produce with your brain in a given day."
And I'm feeling it hard today.
Probably could eat more protein.
Realized I chew raw meat on my left side. I chew cooked meat on the right. I wonder if there's something primal in that.
I want to quit my job and write full time. But not there yet, universe.
Soon.
Soon.
Soon.
Swoon.
His kids worry about him in the van. Educated homeless man.
People worried about me in my car too. Sometimes necessarily. Sometimes unnecessarily.
I rarely felt I had to sleep with my gun.
I did like the killing sticks Lee gifted me before going home to Canada.
He survived being hit by a car cruising 75 mph in Vegas.
Sleeping in a rented Jeep Cherokee. Telling me stories of his teauma-filled childhood, abuse always normalized.
Funny how so many overlap stories and end up in the gutters.
Humans are meant to feel love and connection.
Unadulterated.