My weed attachion is a guy named Jake, who lives in an aged school bus in the badlands outside of town. We call this section the Badlands because it’s unclaimed territory, just a wild batch of scrub forest and shallow swamp. It isn’t fit to develop into USble land, so most people just leaves it alone, and this makes it the perfect locale for hobos, squatters, and guys like Jake who are harder to define. I think for a fact Jake makes unbelievable cash selling marijuana to the locals, so he could really afford a lake house with a real furnace in it, despite the fact that he seems pleased where he is. For Christmas last year I obtained him a cheap little space heater, just as a gift, then he was touched by our gesture, but said he didn’t need a space furnace because the bus had a custom heating plan he had designed himself. He showed myself and others to the back of the bus, where there was a large metal grate in the floor. This wasn’t an air vent or air grate, this was a large wrought iron beast, then underneath the metal grate was a large sturdy metal pan that he filled with charcoal and wood – basically it was a makeshift fireplace set in the belly of the bus. I will disclose that the heating plan worked for Jake, and he seemed proud of it, although I could never use something like that. It didn’t seem like a fireplace or a furnace to me, it seemed like a barbeque put slowly roasting me, but so I took our space furnace back.