Well, a psychopathic family member pulled his firearm on me, and said to get the **** out or things would get "out of hand" So I took off in my van and lived in there for.. Like 2 months? Before a friend online (psycho number two) Let me come live up there with him for a WEEK before I figured out he was completely -f-in crazy as well as paranoid from almost being electrocuted to death... Seeing as he lived all the way up in astoria, I wound up homeless in portland for awhile where the van broke down (Portland scared the hell out of me.....) Before staying in the repaired van in salem visiting a friend there who was nice enough to let me shower. A few months later I moved down in the woods when it got really cold, so I could build fires at night. Around new years I nearly died drinking a bottle of everclear, I would have died if my best friend hadn't shown up to help me, as I was completely blacked out.
A few months later I was repairing the van out here and the engine siezed up.
Family relations improved, I'm still living in my van, but at least I'm on land I can grow on for now, and I plan on sleeping outside most of the summer as it rarely if ever rains after June.
I don't think I missed anything but the small stuff.... Like walking up on a pissed off homeless man swinging a machete, screaming about where his stuff went..... I think I'm desensitized to weapons in my face.... LOL