No, really.
My mailing address is of a factory in downtown LA.
I don’t live there, although metaphysically, I might as well. I often wonder if people assume it’s just the 747th house on the street.
All that I have, I can fit inside a suitcase and a stag bag.
And the only thing I’m tethered to is a wireless broadband card.
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