sleep in my car

I have done this on a few long distance driving trips, and it is WELL wrth the effort(pulling into a rest area and putting the seat back). I firmly believe this maneuver can and has saved many lives. I guess one alternative would be sleeping in your car without pulling over first, which would most likely be catastrophic. Another alternative would be sleeping outside of your car somewhere(especially having no car to sleep in). If I were giving advice on how to do this, it would involve a well lit and security patrolled rest area or possibly a gas station(if sleep is knocking too loudly at the door). Bottom line: energy drinks can only do so much before your fatigue causes hallucinations and involuntary sleep… Take a Nap.

My life has been inundated with sleeping in cars for the past few weeks, which is concurrently the most amazing thing and distressing thing I’ve experienced, depending on the context. I woke up in the passenger seat of my friend’s car yesterday morning, wiped the sleep from my eyes, drove to work in my polo shirt and khaki pants, and no one was any wiser. Everyone looked at me the same way they would have if I had slept in a bed like a real person. I felt like I was nursing some sleazy secret of the previous night’s happenings; like Ed Norton from Fight Club. Here’s what makes sleeping in a car one of the realest expressions of devotion you can convey to someone: it immediately says that “where we are is more important than whatever comfort I could find elsewhere.” There’s an allegiance that can’t be articulated when you look at each other for the last time before you both doze off, knowing you’ll ache beyond comprehension the next time you see each other. I’ve had that twice in the past few weeks with two different friends, and I’ve felt more alive the next day that if I’d slept in my own bed for 12 hours straight. The converse to that amazingness is that I’m currently trying to find homes for two friends who are living out of their cars. One is a sixty-something woman who lives in the parking lot of the shopping center near my house. She’s got stomach cancer and can only drink milkshakes. She gave me a poem that she wrote about what good would come from her organs once she passed away and it was the most beautiful thing I’ve read in a long time. She said there’s nothing left on the earth that she cares to see. She said she’s ready to die.