When I was 19 I lived in a tool shed in my friend’s parent’s backyard. I had a space heater and a sunroof. It was next to an abandoned (or public) peach orchard. We kept bees there. At the end of the street was a trail leading to the Bear River. I hiked down every morning and swam until I had to go to work. I was the assistant manager and projectionist at a very small movie theater. I came to work soaking wet. I swam in my underwear and shoes. I feel a little bit like this again now. Minus the orchard. Minus the bees. Minus the river.


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