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A few drinks and now story time
14 years ago
I realized a few things, I'm a horrible sex fiend when I've drank just enough to be on the "delightful drunk" side.
REGARDLESS that's not what I wanted to write about.
So y'all know how I started wandering America a few months back? Yeah, I never wrote anything about that. That shit was fuuuuun. It started off pretty simple. Hitched to Idaho, from there I headed south. Hit up Nebraska. from there I kept going to the coast, and bummed around New York for like a night or two, before I decided it was time to head home. Where I hit Georgia, and California. Then back to Oregon.
That's about a months worth of travel, give or take. With minimal facebook and no phone.
The first leg was my favorite, because I had food for that part. You know? Mtn. Dew is a damn good thing to have. I left Oregon with the intentions of meeting up with an old friend over in Idaho. If any of you are from gaia way the fuck back when His name there was Doctor Chocolate Pants, not that anyone would remember. But regardless, I've known the guy for years. Regardless, I caught a ride with a trucker all the way to Boise(sp?) from there it was a quick hitch a little east. I'm glad because this only took like a day. Somewhere around 20 some odd hours total, I think. Regardless I get to his folks' farm and what do I do for the next 4 days? drink and chop wood.
.....fun
And then I set off yet again. Walked some, rode some. All in all my trip down to Lincoln city Nebraska wasn't that exciting. My only real reason for wanting to go there was I remember passing through briefly as a child. I get there only to realize, "yup; this place was kinda boring." Or so I thought. I wound up meeting up with a fairly nice fellow that night. His name was Ford, really cool guy. Turns out he was in san fran around the same time last year, as was I. So we were like "Shit, dude!!" ANyways, I wind up going to some party with this guy and his friends (really I was hoping to use their shower). I assume the party was fun, because I came to on the side of a fucking mountain with a bunch of passed out bros. I have no idea how I got there. Nor who's idea it was to go there. Hell I don't even know if our driver was sober. I do however know that I left a pocket knife, a can of chili, and a tennis ball I had found a few days previously on the side of this random mountain side. Hung over and unquestioning, I asked the bros for a ride back to Lincoln where I figured I would try to hitch a little further south.
AND! i have lost interest in writing this, I'll finish at a later date.
REGARDLESS that's not what I wanted to write about.
So y'all know how I started wandering America a few months back? Yeah, I never wrote anything about that. That shit was fuuuuun. It started off pretty simple. Hitched to Idaho, from there I headed south. Hit up Nebraska. from there I kept going to the coast, and bummed around New York for like a night or two, before I decided it was time to head home. Where I hit Georgia, and California. Then back to Oregon.
That's about a months worth of travel, give or take. With minimal facebook and no phone.
The first leg was my favorite, because I had food for that part. You know? Mtn. Dew is a damn good thing to have. I left Oregon with the intentions of meeting up with an old friend over in Idaho. If any of you are from gaia way the fuck back when His name there was Doctor Chocolate Pants, not that anyone would remember. But regardless, I've known the guy for years. Regardless, I caught a ride with a trucker all the way to Boise(sp?) from there it was a quick hitch a little east. I'm glad because this only took like a day. Somewhere around 20 some odd hours total, I think. Regardless I get to his folks' farm and what do I do for the next 4 days? drink and chop wood.
.....fun
And then I set off yet again. Walked some, rode some. All in all my trip down to Lincoln city Nebraska wasn't that exciting. My only real reason for wanting to go there was I remember passing through briefly as a child. I get there only to realize, "yup; this place was kinda boring." Or so I thought. I wound up meeting up with a fairly nice fellow that night. His name was Ford, really cool guy. Turns out he was in san fran around the same time last year, as was I. So we were like "Shit, dude!!" ANyways, I wind up going to some party with this guy and his friends (really I was hoping to use their shower). I assume the party was fun, because I came to on the side of a fucking mountain with a bunch of passed out bros. I have no idea how I got there. Nor who's idea it was to go there. Hell I don't even know if our driver was sober. I do however know that I left a pocket knife, a can of chili, and a tennis ball I had found a few days previously on the side of this random mountain side. Hung over and unquestioning, I asked the bros for a ride back to Lincoln where I figured I would try to hitch a little further south.
AND! i have lost interest in writing this, I'll finish at a later date.
Still it sounds like quite the adventure.