The 4ftx6ft box has become my
native lair, a lair for sleeping and occasionally eating upon. By night a dark
and mysterious disarray of miscellaneous treasures and tri-cams -- by day, a mattress,
costume box, bag of definitely not clean clothes, a backpack stuffed with climbing
gear, a guitar, 1 lantern, 5ft x 1½ft of
food and coffee, 5ft x 1½ft of ropes and
tiny treasures, and one gigantic handle of what may or may not be amazing
whiskey. It very well could be chamomile tea, but there is for sure only one
way to find out. Labels can be deceiving.
Now that
list of belongings is not ordered in any way correlated to how the 4’x6’ box
is, lets say, arranged. I have adopted a well practiced form of organization.
Its called, “the things I use most are easily accessible, and the things I
don’t use as frequently are theoretically impossible to get to.”
Don’t judge. Look we live in a world where I’m not trying to waste time making my shit look good. What ever works and is most efficient… eh? I’m just fighting for that hot bath at the end of each month – that I can afford to take, with all the time I've saved up being more efficient than the rest of the world. I save that time in the hot bath bank, if you were wondering. They have an excellent roll over minute plan and cancellation policy.
Its not
really a sexy site to see me trying to golden retrieve a needed item from the
abyss of my box. You got to, kind of,
vampire your way into the lair. If you can hover, use that to your
advantage. Know what I mean? If you can't, then you get your head in the box first, then it is a
push up on tail gate/plank/jump motion in the forward direction. However, my
big ass gets in the way most of the time, it likes to hit the top of the camper
top. It’s kind of hard to explain, so here’s a picture of me trying to clear
off my mattress at the end of the day. Also, I'm trying a new "get in the bed" tactic, its working well as you can see. Riley seemed to think it was funny
enough to take a picture of. I think that also says something about the time it
took me to retrieve – Riley had time to rummage through my crap, find my phone,
figure out how to use it, and take a picture.
Yeah, I have a living room, and a back porch, and a basement, and a bedroom. It's just like Zoolander though, I might as well be living in a house for ants.
-Jackson
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