Looking Back Before It's Too Late

Three nights left. Before I know it, this whole experience will be just a memory. No more shock and awe statements proclaiming my backward lifestyle. No more secrets. No more eating out all the time, brushing my teeth in the bushes, peeing in gutters, looking left and right before I jump into the back of Shadow, covering windows, shuffling cardboard barriers, changing clothes while laying down, holding a piss for three more morning hours because I don't want to get out of the car, pulling my wardrobe out of the trunk, melting my surfboard everyday in the Tercel, stinky wetsuits that never dry out, or malicious malcontents scratching at my doors. No more adventure. Wait! Life goes on, but from here on out it's going to be different for me. I have a whole new perspective. I know what's needed. I know what's extra. I have a respect and fear for the stories of people who live as Vagabonds through no choice of their own.