the smuggler’s bible


Clayton sells all of his shit after the breakup and moves to a tiny house in the forest. And, yeah, it’s pretty idyllic. He gets a lot of reading done and even remembers to fold his bed back into a table before breakfast most mornings.

Still, he can’t help thinking about her, especially at night when it’s so quiet the sound of his own breathing keeps him awake. What’s the point in leaving, he thinks, if you can’t really get away?

Then he remembers he can pee on any tree he wants—and, gosh, sometimes the price is worth paying.