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All right, surm asked for it.
So, Theo and I are still together. After being homeless for a month in early 2012, I went hopping freight trains with him and our best friend Amanda. Came back to Oakland and ended up sharing a room in a fucked up house with some queer methed out witches. we were there for about 8 months.
The meth took over and they kicked us out because we asked them to not smoke so much meth, so we bought a used 14-foot UHaul box truck in hopes of outfitting it into an RV. while doing modifications and repairs, we lived with Amanda in her room in a fucked up drunk-punk/crust punk squat filled with heroin and lots of bad, mean dogs. we lived there for about four months, then moved into the truck permanently and parked next to our friend's warehouse, where we stayed for the next nine months. it was a nice period, to be honest, because the neighborhood was friendly and filled with other weirdos living out of their trucks and vans, so there was some community solidarity.
then we decided to rent a room in a house a few blocks away to use as an office/studio. we lived there for about a year and a half, sleeping in the truck while doing the rest of our daily activities in the house. rent was cheap, we lived with good friends, it was a nice time.
eventually, because we'd been spending a lot of time there, we took a chance on moving to a hobo/railroad museum in far northern California for the winter. we were caretakers there, and while it was fine but a little hard at first, our lives were eventually threatened by this crazy methed out dude named Croatian Mike, and we started keeping a gun next to the bed in our cabin. we got him kicked off the property, but it was a scary time. eventually, we left the land (despite being told we could stay) because of conflicts with some of the racism and bullshit of other people living there (long story short— one of the other residents was constantly talking shit about us, but it turned out he was a junkie who eventually got kicked off the property).
for four months we lived in the truck on our friend's off-the-grid property at 4500 feet above sea level on the eastern flank of Mt. Shasta, about 10 miles and a fifteen minute drive to the town of McCloud, CA (pop 1500). we had an outdoor kitchen, an outhouse, and built some fences and other infrastructure out while we were there.
eventually, tired of the lack of opportunity in the area, we moved to a queer sustainable farming project in Los Molinos, CA, a small farm town near Redding and Chico. that worked out for a while, we both had jobs and the farm was beautiful, but then some interpersonal drama with other residents caused us to leave in a rush. so, after 6 months, we moved to Chico proper.
there, we lived in a small studio on the property of this very weird faerie dude (lived at Short Mountain and Wolf Creek at various points) for six months...though after two months, we decided to move to Philadelphia, as my parents were having medical issues and we were tired of trying and trying and sort of just scraping by in California.
that was 2017. we up and moved across the US, got a crummy slum apartment, lived in it for 9 months, then bought a cheap house in the same general neighborhood, and have been here for about a year.
so, between 2012 and 2019, i lived in nine places, ten if you include the weed farms we occasionally worked on for more than a month at a time.