Six months in Philly

In retrospect, it’s amazing that the old panel van lasted for as long as it did, but when I bought the van from my Uncle Pete it was already ten years old! Pete had taken great care of it, so it ran well, but it didn’t have too several great years left in it; I drove that giant van everywhere, and when things went sour with my parents I turned it into my home.

It was giant enough to sleep in, and got me away from their house… This turned out to be a terrible idea, because although the neighborhood of Philadelphia, PA is enormous, it’s darn near impossible to find a long term parking spot… Once the Philadelphia cops find out you are living in your car they will make sure you can’t park anywhere for more than a few hours, but after the second time the Philadelphia cops made me transport from under a bridge, I was getting fatigued of it.

I found an RV park on the outskirts of Philly that let me park and sleep there at night. This was a stroke of luck, because it’s also where I met the owner of a cannabis dispensary who provided me a job. At this point cannabis had just been legalized, and new dispensaries were popping up all around Philadelphia. This guy needed workers, and I needed cash, so it was a match made in heaven. I stayed in Philadelphia and worked at the cannabis dispensary for six months, after that I paid to fix the van and hit the road to find a new home.
Marijuana Dispensary Philadelphia Pennsylvania