Sleeping in My Car at the End of the Month

Things are tough going for me these days. They’re tough for a lot of people and I just happen to be part of the group. I’m being stretched to the limit on all ends and every time the sun sets, I tend to sit down for a few minutes, take some deep breaths and remember there’s a chance to see another one.

I need to remember that though I can ignore my struggles as a white, educated male in L.A., they can still collapse in on each other in a slow, yet rapid motion. They tend to find to find their way home that way no matter who owns them.

This is the story of such a twenty-four hour collapse. A story of disappearing and coming up with the money somehow, just with tiny deaths to show for it.

Last month, my Iphone bit the dust on January 29th and flew on to join that great, metallic, trash bin in the sky. It undoubtedly reunited with my laptop from 2012 and this wasn’t the end of the world except it was how I made extra money when I wasn’t writing articles and I couldn’t afford another one.

That’s right, I work for Postmates, the poor man’s Pony Express. I can refer you if you like. I’m an independent contractor, but I still depend on GPS.

What I’m saying is I planned on making about $75-$80 on the second to last day of January, but now it couldn’t happen. I also planned on…