Even if I had this joke of a car tent, I suspect whoever broke into my car this morning and rummaged through it would have still committed a property crime, but maybe they wouldn’t have had the time to whip their dick out and piss all over my driver’s seat.
Am I going to file a police report? Nope, that’s why targets like my car (not my box truck) are convenient targets for drug addicts and other pieces of shit who take what they want and fuck things up for everyone else. I’m not going to bring unnecessary attention to my sleep-spot by bugging cops I already don’t have a lot of trust in to tell me something I already know–the car should have been locked.
I thought I had locked my car, but clearly I didn’t, so after wiping up the piss and picking up some trash strewn outside my vehicle, I drove to my unofficial morning office downtown to write up this post.
Last week the challenge was getting a shower. My first option fell through, so I was going to pay the money to go to Currents, and I even checked to make sure they were still open at 7:15pm. The hours of operation said 8pm, so I got my shit and lugged it in, only to be told by the woman it was closed for a PRIVATE event.
Did I express my strong opinion about a facility built with public dollars being closed to the public because someone dropped a bunch of money for a fucking birthday party? Yes, yes I did, and I left a message on the supervisor’s voicemail as well. I bet she won’t forget to lock the door the next time someone pays to close down a public facility for private fun.
This is the second time someone has fucked with me at this location, the first being someone banging on the box in the middle of the night. Oh well, I guess this is just the reality of living marginally in an INCLUSIVE community like Missoula. Lesson learned.
If you would like to fund my reporting on the fun “lived experiences” of living out of motorized vehicles, donate to Travis’ Impact Fund (TIF). I think I’ll be buying some cans of Lysol soon.
Thanks for reading!