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I like to travel the scenic route. Those old abandoned houses on the side of the country road always fascinate me. I try to peep through the boarded windows always with this hope of catching a glimpse of someone holing up in there, or if it's night look out for a low flame. Without fail. I sometimes almost die doing this, but hey, shit happens. I make a little story in my head about the person living there. I want him to be like the tramps of lore traveling cross country without a goal in mind. Just living life off the land. He'd have something like rabbit stew in a cauldron that's heated over an open flame and rations he's picked up somewhere along the way. I want to also be one of those people so that maybe we can cross paths one day and I can say, "Hey, what's your story." And then...and then I can tell him mine.
Realistically though it's all crazy talk and he'd likely murder/rape me. But I like to dream otherwise in my head.
Realistically though it's all crazy talk and he'd likely murder/rape me. But I like to dream otherwise in my head.