Sausage Casing

That’s right. Early in the morning of the day when I would be doing my next show — the one that I needed to be successful so that I could make some money, any money — I would be sans domicile, forced to walk the streets all day, arriving at the venue dirty and tired and without a place to lay my head once showtime was done. Unless, of course, I could find a new place to stay. This kind of stress I didn’t need.

What could I do but head to Westfield, home of free Mac usage, plentiful food samples, and a Starbucks at which to use my cards?

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