I have been rudely ejected from my own home by complete strangers who want to give me money in return for the front door keys and me not being there. It’s outrageous. Sure, the outrage dissipated slightly when their filthy lucre landed in my account, but still. This is the problem with capitalism. We do the most degrading things – journalism being just one of them – in order to be able to survive in a system that’s not of our making. There has to be a better way. Got it. Make everything free. #Payingforstuffmustfall.

Temporarily losing my home meant embarking on a road trip from the east coast to the west and road trips are always good, except when they’re not. I generally set off with the notion that somewhere along the road I’ll either have a spectacularly torrid affair or die in a giant fireball. Admittedly, I have…