Best Lessons Learned While Living Out of a Car
Lesson II
It was a dark and stormy Sunday…
I sat hunched over the toilet at the beach, blowing my guts out. I wound the toilet paper (thinly disguised as tracing paper) around my hand like I was getting ready for a fight. By the end, sweaty and out of breath, I had burned though half the roll. I left the public bathroom barreled over with plenty of…