matt.the.hobo
Bio
Lives in a van down by the river. Full-time.
Stories (1/0)
Outside my RV
So someone tried to open my rv door while parked on the street. Again. And again. They're really trying to get in. I've heard people trying to open my doors at night before, as well as shouts and random ear piercing screams, but luckily this was during the morning because otherwise it would have been a different story altogether. I wake up and jump off my bed, shout an obscenity or two to get whomevers attention and open the passenger door and see there's a woman trying to open the RV door I rarely use. That spot is a dedicated trash bag pile I create before finding an empty dumpster to toss them in. She turns and says, "Brother!" with outstretched arms. She hugs me. One of those long hugs that feel nice, the kind you don't want to walk away from. At first glance I assumed she was a Jehovah's witness or some sort of religious person. She's wearing a weird dress type outfit, purplish blue in color, with bare feet.
By matt.the.hobo4 years ago in Humans