The Dream of Life 2.0
That I had a decent motorhome that had an engine powered by shit. Shit is the most plentiful substance on earth, and if I ever run low, I’ll just drive to Washington.
That I had solar and wind panels on the roof that powered an extraordinary battery pack under the bus. And that the toilet was an incinerating marvel that turned shit into ash, and was perfect so long as you remembered to stand up before flushing.
That the crappy little car I towed behind the thing always started when I wanted it to.
That I had earth boxes filled with vegetables and berries in compartments under the bus that I put out everyplace I stopped and that fed me well. That I was able to trade manure removal with farmers for fresh eggs.
That I was pretty goodat stealing meat from supermarket chains(never small stores), along with health and beauty supplies.
That I had enough Medicare to fill my prescriptions. And could grow enough herbs in my window boxes to cover the rest.
That I could find lovely places to park, off the grid, off the view of law enforcement for at least five days at a time.
That I met like-minded old crazies on the road and traded friendship, wild stories, a bit of booze and supplies as needed.
And that I was free, and that I was free.