The other night, a sprinkler head near the spot I usually park at busted open, and water was spraying out everywhere. So I did the only thing I could think of: brush my teeth, washed my hands, and then went to bed.
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LIFE WITH THE GOOSE
For about a year and a half I chose to live in my minivan, which was affectionately named "The Golden Goose." This blog serves as a record of that experience.