We have a friend that we will call Neila. He is a young male of Egyptain decent, and like his ancestors, the pyramid builders.....and I don't know where I'm going with that, I just wanted to say pyramid builders. Anyway....Neila lives in a tent, I don't know how else to say it. Why, you ask? You could come up with a few reasons:
1. Maybe he is too poor.
2. Maybe he has nowhere to live.
3. Maybe he's a cheapskate.
bing bing bing, number 3 is the winner.
It's not that he doesn't have enough money, he drives an Acura for sobbing out loud.
It's not that he has nowhere to live, it's Provo, there are tons of rat holes to live in.
Neila has lived in this tent since the Fall. Although scrawny upon first glance, and second glance, he is a survivor, a winter tent dwelling, sleeping bag sporting, carpet insulating, gym showering, tent enthusiast. In fact, he likes it, he even prefers sleeping outside.
So here's to seven months of bleak, winter tent dwelling, 2 feet away from a house. Neila you really outdid yourself this time, even for an Egyptian.