Living on a shoestring budget was never part of the grand life plan. But, in the epic struggle to keep up with the cost of existence, I've found myself sharing my living space with a character straight out of an indie film. Let me introduce you to my quirky roommate – an odd duck, a Michigan-Nevada transplant, and a man who owns nothing but a white van with vibes so strong even the ice cream truck avoids my block. Yes, you read that right. My roommate's personal possessions could probably fit inside the palm of your hand. While I do my best not to pass judgment (who am I kidding?), it's hard not to raise an eyebrow at someone who lacks even the most basic creature comforts. Towels? Nah. Furniture? Absolutely not. But, hold on, he does own a van that makes the ice cream truck steer clear. Impressive, I guess? In my more empathetic moments, I try to remind myself that this guy might have a story worthy of a Netflix documentary. Perhaps he's been through the wringer too, a...