Ever’ so often I’ll hole up in a shack er some’um, but I gener’ly keep on the move. I keep an extra sleepin’ bag stashed somewheres durin’ the summer, n’ when the col’ weather sets in, I go ‘n git it ‘n stuff my summer bag inside it. Sleep with two bags ‘roun’ me, one inside the other. I stash the bag in someplace diff’rent ever’ year. Last year I stashed it in a old wrecked car near them Lincoln yards.

Had this mummy bag, down linin’. Kept me warm durin’ the winter, but ya couldn’t sleep in it in summer, too warm. Wake up at night sweatin’ bullets. B’sides, I don’t like them pointy ends on them mummy bags. Cain’t move yer feet. Cain’t git out of ‘em in time either. Yer as good as trapped in there if somethin’ happens. I won’t zip my bag up at night. In case somebody walks up on ya, ya kin be out on yer feet in a quick.

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