I lived out of my van for a quite sometime in the late 80's / early 90's. Just driving and living and living and driving. I picked up work as it presented itself to me. No pounding the pavement for this chap! However, sometimes the work didn't jump right up and slap me in the face so money was occasionally tight. Along with that usually meant it was time to shed a few pounds! But waking up in or at least around my van / home, on some beach in the southern States and / or Mexico just warmed the cockles of my Canadian heart.
By the way...I never had a work permit, nor did I pay any taxes on monies earned in the U.S. Come and get me uncle Sam!!!!
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