I’m chillin’ in the car. Looking at the facebook. 

Truck pulls up in my rear, blocking the cars adjacent to me and myself from exit. Dude steps out, looks around, grabs at his crotch in a thuggish manner. 

I’m at a stop light. Waiting to go. 

I hear thumping. I look in the rear view to see the top of a head, slouched to the left. Pulling up next to my car at the light, I can barely see through the tint. The window is rolling downward. 

I’m at Kroger. Watching a video on YouTube. 

Skinny white dude walks across the parking lot. Like a hyena, notices my car and mozies my way. I look up and he is b-lining towards me. 

I’m driving slowly down the road. Trying to get to a friend’s house. 

I wait for a pedestrian to cross the street. Then another man steps out from the side of the road near my car. 

What happens next?

#1 The glove box is opened. 

#2 I place my hand on my glock. 

Don’t usually get to #3, but if so, that is to place it in my lap. (*Chamber a round). 

That is it and it makes me feel much better. I have had full, several minute long, conversations with strangers while holding my gun under a towel or the like. I always wonder what kind of vibe that adds to the conversation. 

See the orderly glovebox. There is one pen. There is one Glock 40 caliber. There are two magazines holding 15 hollow point rounds each. Everything except the pen fits well in my holster. 

5/19/17 Friday!!! 5:10pm

*I have recently removed my bullet from the chamber; worrying over kids access to vehicle. 


At lunchtime, I realized that I’ve missed a beat in my daily programming. 

This morning, upon waking, I hopped into my jeans and found a nice dress shirt. I found the shirt in the suitcase that lies in the hallway. That suitcase has barely been touched in a year and has clean clothes still within. The jeans were from weed-wacking a couple days in a row. 

I did not stop at the gas station to change [into] my dress clothes. And I did not change into shorts or even t-shirt for Lunch Break. 

So, this was the 1st day of around thirty (40) or so of consecutive work days that I did not perform the odd dressing ritual. I’ll have to lookup the actual number; I had an original post about this after a couple weeks from the habit’s birth. [add link here]. 

We shall see what happens on Monday. 

As a note on the same basic theme: VanDwelling, I promised to go to a friend’s house and I almost regret it. 

…which is total nonsense. I would like to see them anyway — why else would I say I’d come by?

But now that I’m lounging in the Walmart parking lot, eyeballing HomeDepot ’cause I want a new tube and/or end caps for it, I see that I am missing-out on the opportunity to get a good night’s rest in the backseat. Like last week, I could awake and head to Forsyth for my carrot juice– having a fifteen minute head start on the drive. AND adding the lost twenty minutes of driving [home] tonight. 

5/12/17 Friday, 9:39pm


Checkout my tent. 

I hear what sounds like a kid playing outside. But I dunno cause there’s no voices – only dragging and rolling. It’s like an RV park without the grass. There is a pond out behind the chain link fence. Last I remember, there were a thousand turtles that’ll swim to you as you walk up. A hundred fish do the same. The guy who found this spot and told me about it was initially scared, saying he got really creeped out when a water-bound swarm headed his way. 

I’ve been paranoid but not worried about the spot. Parked between 2 vans. 1 van parked at a 45 degree angle and didn’t want neighbors. I figure he may get harassed before me. 

You tell me who gets harassed first because I really aren’t sure who looks crazier:

1.  Grey mini-van with dark purple tint with bubbles parked way crooked. Various colors of tape applied to the vehicle for who knows what. 

2.  Red car with tint parked well – with a blanket canopy over the seats, creating a “tent”. 

I have a feeling you’ll say me. But who gets harassed by the local bacon first? 

I really don’t think Walmart cares though. 

5/7/2017 Sunday, 11:11am

Jeez it’s nice out 

Used the facilities at a nearby park after sleeping in the backseat at the wall-mart. I believe walmart has a policy that lets travelers sleep in their parking lots near major interstates, but that may just be for RVs and Mack trucks. 

Today, the weather is odd. It feels like a new spring day. It’s strangely cool and it is already 10am; the sun should be causing sweat to leak from my skin. I’m glad I had a coat in the car for this morning and a large, green towel as a blanket last night. Though it made me want to buy another fleece blanket like I’ve had before. Those are ultra thin and actually keep you warm better than most full-thickness comforters. 

Off to get my Saturday juice. I will be there by 11am for one, then likely get another a bit later. Perhaps a coffee at The Bean. Then I’d like to hit the chiropractor before board game time — sleeping in the car does kink my spine a bit. 

…But who knows? Not me. 

5/6/2017 Saturday, 10:16am

“The Truck” got its 1st oil change. 

Not much here.

Just a note on car mileage. I reset the odometer (1) within my first few miles of ownership. I use #2 regularly, resetting it as I want for short trips and investigations. 

I am resetting it now. 

Looking a bit dusty.

As a note (walmart, who I hate but feel is easiest to use today) was $51.23 for synthetic oil change with filter (2013 chevy cruise). 

5/4/2017 Thursday, 2:39pm