Always Be Prepared
There are only three things a man needs in this life: his health, his dog and a blow-up mattress.
He's a loner, a real maverick. Taking each day as it comes and living every hour to the fullest. A year ago he sold his home and quit his job, and he's been wandering ever since. He never knows where his next hot meal or shower are going to come from, and that's alright by him. Every moment is a new adventure, an opportunity to see things, do things and meet people.
The people call him "Carl" because that's his name. He's a local legend in every small town this side of the Mississippi. Every now and again, he'll come up in conversation. They'll say things like, "Caught Carl rifling through my garbage can again." and "What is that smell? Oh, it's just Carl passing through."
If you're lucky, you'll wake up one morning to find him snoozing away on his Insta-Bed Raised Queen Mattress on your front lawn or back patio. And before you can call the cops to have him removed, he'll be packed up and gone. Come to think of it, there hasn't been a sighting in awhile. But he's out there. Oh yes, he's out there. Sometimes, on a brisk and dewy morning right before dawn, if you listen real hard, you'll hear the tell-tale hissssssssssssssssss of that deflating mattress far off in the distance.