Trashley: Part Five

Lisa Butts

Bakersfield became my home away from home. I never tagged the location when I was there because if people knew how much I was going to Bakersfield, they would’ve staged an intervention or put together a GoFundMe to help me get back on my feet.

The best thing about Bakersfield was that we could drop Perci off with Ashley’s family while we went on adventures. We planned a camping trip up to Bass Lake for Memorial Day weekend. I’m not the type of lesbian who owns camping gear, so Ashley headed to Lesbian Headquarters, the REI store in Burbank.

She returned with enough camping supplies to survive in the woods for years. She bought a six-person tent, sleeping bags, floor mats, a cast iron pan, some regular pans and various cookware, camping chairs, a grill, lanterns, a portable shower, headlamps, utensil sets, knives, spatulas, coolers, a dishwasher, and even a wine rack. Now this, this was camping. I was shocked at how much she must’ve spent — it must’ve cost several thousand dollars. She spent her money how I spent money when I played The Sims. Only, instead of using the rosebud cheat to get infinite money to purchase all of the most expensive things, she was spending it in real life.

Moving into the woods, see you never.

We stuffed the Tesla with camping gear and headed to Bakersfield to drop off Perci. As we pulled into the driveway, everyone came…