In a Tent
I've spent more than two years of my life living in a tent, but less than three. I figured it all up once, but I forgot. My grandpa was a tribal cop who camped at the gate leading to the sacred sites during the summer months when the snow didn't guard the ancestral graves from robbers. A bottle of A1 steak sauce had broken over the square white canvas tent we stayed in, and I'm not a fan of A1 to this day. A bear wandered...
