Today Justin and I drove around Ypsilanti and Ann Arbor going to estate sales and thrift stores. We bought a car-load of things for ourselves and for me to sell on eBay. While driving around, we passed a truck parked at a hotel. The truck owner stood next to his truck and then went inside. We first thought this truck was an "art truck," but when we got a bit closer we realized the guy was living in his hotel room and the room was just as cluttered with stuffed animals and junk as his car. We ultimately decided the guy is mentally ill.
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