Surrounded by Taco Hell and Eating on the Cheap
For nearly five years I worked from my apartment, wherever that was. I moved from one place to another and yet I still was working in the privacy of my own home with no one to tell me that I couldn’t work in my boxers if I wanted to. Somehow, boxer working never lost its appeal to me. It all changed when my main client could no longer afford to pay me and I had to get a job in “the real world” — a scary place where people wear trousers and can’t stroll into their kitchens for lunch.
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