“If we park it here, they will probably call the police. And we will lose our only home.”
My son and I were driving around San Francisco aimlessly. We had just lost our home to a violent eviction, and although some friends said we could sleep on their couch we knew it wouldn’t be long before we might need the car to sleep in again.
But the car was a “hooptie” and had a broken taillight and expired registration—and in San Francisco that has always meant a possible tow. In this case a tow of our only home…