About

A few years ago, a girl I knew said, “Randy.  If you can’t commit to furniture, there’s no way you can commit to a woman.” 

Shortly afterward, I committed.  I accumulated a bed, a couch, and an armchair.  I even had dishes.  (I’ve never owned dishes before.)  And I found a woman that I was willing to commit to.  Unfortunately, she is committing herself to someone else now. 

I just ditched them all … my couch, the armchair, the dishes. (The bed has been gone for a while.) 

Now I’m following my true nature.  I am homeless.  I own nothing (except books).  I am a nomad.