I don't have a proper one. I have small vent windows that I've screened up, that keep airflow going. It's a 2005 Dodge Caravan. As a stealth camper, I'm trying not to do any mods that effect the exterior. Keeping it as 'Soccer Mom' looking as possible.
That is a good idea with the small vent windows..I am going to PM you a link to a great van dwelling forums that has a ton of great info..
you can also consider a limo type tint on all your side windows, check the legality where you live..also, for more room, if it is just going to be you, you can remove the passenger seat.
I turned down money the other day while looking for work. society thinks we are parasites, while some of us are lap dogs eating table scraps. I am setting up caches so I an less likely to lose,my shit. Each item I carry has multiple uses ie knife as a can opener, etc. I fill out job apps daily, and make decent use of my time. just looking for more ideas, imput
Many yrs ago I was living in a nice apt. on Huntington Beach.- Things went bad, and found myself out on the street without a job, no $$, and no place to live. I did have a 65 buick though-(This was in the mid 70,s)- - - I parked it behind the surf shop across the street from the beach,,,and that was home for a good 2 months. Spending the entire day on or near the beach was OK- used to only need to get about a dollar to get into Maxwells( it was a bar on the pier, that had an outrageous happy hour). Once you bought your bottle of beer you had access to the spread of veggies, and snacks that were all free- -Again ,not a bad deal. You could get away with staying on the beach pretty late,,but eventually I had to leave and stay in the Buick until early AM and then start the process all over again. Cops were only a miner hassle, as I wasnt in the car for all that long. So I guess they had a little compassion and put up with it cause the dude that owed the surf shop was OK with my situation. Maybe this sounds like fun...but it gets old fast. Having no money, needing showers,and bathrooms, trying to keep clothes clean as you could, trying to eat,,even getting a few bucks for that happy hour wasnt always easy- And this was all in beautiful weather . Years later- back in NYCity- I found myself homeless again (mostly due to a drug addiction)- This time it was a shelter.....Not a good scene- It was winter. you hadda watch your back constantly ,watch out for whatever meager belongings you had,,use the soup kitchen with 100 other guys.- - It was just a step up from a county jail environment..lotta crazies- pretty scary for those that weren't street wise. Its been good for so long now, I rarely think about those times That all was long ago- Being Homeless is nothing to romanticize. It was part of my journey that I would've skipped If I could of.- - __________________
I'm already as tinted as I'm allowed. And it's pretty good. I'm half way through sewing my insulated blackout 'curtains' I've been putting effort and thought into this puppy for a while now.
those are very important! you should also consider a small portable toilet for doing #1 at night or when you are not near a bathroom..
Remember though, people that are homeless are part of society too. Blame is not appropriate nor helpful. People are empowered when it's within that they see themselves capable.
Being homeless by choice is not homeless. You always have somewhere to go if shit hits the fan. That's more like being young and not giving a fuck. Or smoking so much weed you don't see a point to anything. Trust me once you are homeless without choice you have two options. Let life destroy you or decide to make it your bitch and make sure that never happens again. That's what I did and it feels awesome. I was harsh, maybe judgmental but everyone has a perception based on their experiences. Homeless and free? Free from what, someone taking care of you up to age 26?
So the fact that you are a tramp by choice means I have to ask you for permission to not be envious you People for it?
No, fuckwad, free from the burden of paying overwhelming struggle to make ends meet, and the struggle thereof, to roam the streets, and become intimate with the city
You think the burden of survival just disappears when you're on the street and don't have bills? You have a lot to learn. This is why I said in an earlier post (that was thumbed down and ignored by you fucking hippies) to find something you love and work your fucking ass off until you are a master of it. Then survival is more than easy and prosperity comes in, and it's like you aren't even 'working' because you love what you do. Aspiring to be a 'street kid' @ 26 is fucking ridiculous, you don't have time to waste like that.