My sister says I'm homeless, but I am not homeless.
I'm car camping.
I have been living in this particular parking lot
since December of last year.
This is the back seat and I keep my trash can there.
I like living stylish.
This is my plastic ware.
This is my shoe cabinet.
This is my beach stuff (laughing).
During the summer I go to the beach.
This is where I keep my clothes.
This is where I keep my food supplies.
I can keep salads in my storage container.
I have my barbecue sauce, my mustard.
I do everything everybody else does,
just a little differently.
When I'm going to bed, I just recline the seat.
I have my pillow.
I just get comfy on my right shoulder,
and put my blanket over me if it's cold and I'm good.
I leased this car through a ride share lease program.
And I was a ride share driver.
I loved it.
Unfortunately, in August I had that mishap.
I had a little accident.
A white pickup truck was coming from behind
the dumpster wall and I slid into him.
And that prohibited me from ride share driving anymore.
My insurance deductible is $1,000,
and I just wasn't able to meet that.
Now this is separate incident.
I was behind an 18-wheeler, and all the sudden
a pebble flew up and hit right here.
I wake up at 8 a.m. every day.
I give my thanks to God for the new day.
I go inside and use the restroom.
Everything I need is within three miles of each other.
I am coming in to my local health club
where I do my showering.
This is where I come to do my laundry.
It's a beautiful laundromat.
And this is where I come to church Sunday mornings.
They have free coffee.
Who doesn't love free coffee?
If I'm just not wanting to go through a drive through,
I'll order some food delivery.
I had my smokehouse burger meal here.
It's the silver Toyota Corolla with the beat up hood.
Doing good, thank you so much, God bless you.
Hot fresh food and modern convenience.
This is urban camping at it's finest.
I am a full functioning adult that
just is trying to make it work.
My family has been a bit hard on me.
They have what I call, have it all together syndrome.
My sister is a little on the judgy side.
She doesn't understand the struggle of,
you know, paycheck to paycheck.
I didn't hear what you said.
Good to meet you, she didn't hear what you said.
Well, I said you're a little bit on the judgy side.
Judgy side, okay.
A little bit.
Because I live normal?
Yeah.
What is it that she's judging and is it unfair judgment?
There's just a misunderstanding.
She, I have had a bad path.
I'm not gonna deny that.
What's the bad part of the path?
Drugs, just negative thinking,
lack of assertiveness in my life,
and I'm rising up from that.
She doesn't see me day to day.
Okay, are you doing drugs now?
Oh, absolutely not, no sir.
2003 was the last time I smoked.
How much do you trust your judgment?
I'm making very good decisions now.
Okay, so you think you're making good decisions?
Now, yeah.
Okay, so you trust your judgment.
You think you're making pretty rational decisions.
Absolutely.
I saw you in your car having
food delivered to your car.
I have done that, yes sir.
In a parking lot?
I have done that, yes sir.
In a parking lot, what are you afraid
you're gonna lose your parking space?
(sister laughing)
I mean, you're in a car, why not just go live at McDonald's?
And then you just walk in there and get it?
Well, they have a good smokehouse burger
that's only available through the Uber Eats program.
It's not available out in the regular menu.
I'm pretty sure you can get it without Uber Eats.
And sometimes, you know, I get off work at 1 a.m.
and sometimes the line's wrapped around the building.
So I just go to my spot and--
'Cause you have money to do that.
I very rarely do that.