Seth Maxwell Malice; Homeless in need of a RV for his Palace

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So, im homeless. officially, announcing it. ive been holding off/back about posting it on here, its not really something im proud of. Not really the greatest announcement. Not something youd want to write home about. I split for a month and came back to nothing, no RV/house where i left it. The city wasnt joking when they said they were going after RVs in its war against blight.

And now im living in my car.

Which is weird, because when you finish doing errands, like attempting to retrieve your personal items, you start your car and then head...to the empty parking spot where your house was? an old spot where you used to crash outdoors years ago? a friends? a public spot with a bathroom near by? Oakland? Vallejo? where you just got back from?

Its sick, after taking a month off to get away from the constant threat and vibe that the city batters you with for being homeless, or vehiculairly bound, or threatening you, or making your living situation more miserable, now without walls and a roof, or a pin to drop on your Google map.

So, thanks, SF. for making it bureaucratically impossible to retrieve my House from Impound, or letting me retrive my personal belongings, without having to everyday, pick up a entry pass at the Impound office, drive to Daily City auto return, submit pass, where you get only 15 minutes to retrieve your personal property. 15 minutes for you collect what you might need, out of your fully furnished home.

Wait, whatever i grab i have to sit next to it, driving, cramming whatever 15 minutes of joy can be stuffed into my car (and roof casket, but thats another story), because its not going to be unloaded anywhere, theres no destination. And now im on my third trip, 15 minute grab and stuff.

Hmm. should i grab clothes? stuff to try to sell in craigslist? family photos? tools? art supplies/studio? music equipment? amps? guitars? artwork? manuscripts? unpublished stuff? books? things i made? gifts? plates silverware pots pans stove, laundry detergent? medicine? freinds art? old magazines? Filth newspaper? bad porn collection? leather? jackets? bondage gear? tapes? records,? broken electronics projects? skateboard decks? hardware? tape? glue? paint? brushes? stupid shit to make stupid things with? old cell phones? Computers! printers? laser or ink jet? toner? food? Food? FOOD?!??

My car is a Ford escape. I can see it getting too full, nauseous, stuffed, its body rejecting anymore...Its THROWING UP! PUKING MY BELONGINGS down the highway! All over the Road! Off the Roof!

LIKE Hansel and Gretal, leaving a puked debris trail of my life behind me on the road.

This is NOT the 15 minutes of fame I had in mind.

Thats it. Me my car, and some souvenirs. My home is history.

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go team!

-seth Maxwell malice