Welcome back to the boondock life...trailer life...hmmm I need a catchy name for this. Alternative life? Either way whatever.
Last night, I knew I was going to be going downtown so in the morning, I dropped the trailer in the parking lot of CVS. I put it next to a large shipping container and wasn't sure if it would be bothered. I decided to make it an experiment and leave it there all day. Off to work I go. I swing by after work and see no signs or tickets telling me to move it. Good, hit the gym and take a crappy spin class. The instructor had the worst idea of playing slow music (acoustic solos and stuff) when we need energetic music. That's neither here nor there. I head to downtown to meet some friends for a brew. I get back to Goleta around 9...I need dinner! A few places are open, but I don't want a huge meal so that knocks out a lot of restaurants. I settle for Taco Bell and get two small tacos. Meh. I'd probably have been better off having some trail mix. I had a sweet tooth and went next door to Vons and got a donut for $0.69. Time to roll:
Did I listen to myself when I said, "Don't try to find new places in the dark." No. I drove up a few random streets fully knowing that I was going against my new general rule, but it was exciting, adventurous and something to do. Needless to say nothing panned out that I was comfortable with or that would put the trailer at a decent sleeping angle. I was going up a small road when a car came up behind me. Since I was slow, I pulled over. The car pulled in behind me so pulled out and continued. The car follows. I find the next safe spot to pull over and do so. The car pulls in behind me. WTF. I look around for something and the only thing I've got are keys and a full heavy Nalgene bottle. I grab both and open the door. The car peels out from behind me and takes off. It's a relatively new model sedan, not suspicious at all, but I have a feeling it was a local resident trying to keep me from staying in the area. *******.
I bail and go back down the hill to a specific denomination church near work. I pull in, set myself up and luckily there weren't any lights. In the morning, I thought I'd be alone, but nope. It's gardener day. They hop out and from afar they point and talk about the trailer. Are they going to call the cops? Am I going to be in trouble? Nope, they walk off to do work. I assume they think the trailer is super mega awesome cray cray or whatever the kids say these days. I still just jump out and drive out. I find a nice side street near work to park and here I am!