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I hopped trains on Guilford Rail to Maine and worked on a farm with no electricity or running water for a week, and only 2 people to hang out with, all day every day. A circus came to perform, which made no sense, but Mason from Richmond was in it and said I could go with them. I stayed along through Bar Harbor and Portland crammed into the back of a van with 10 crossdressing circus freaks and 2 crossdressing circus dogs, all of whom taught me to hammer nails into my nose and play accordian, then I got dropped off in Portland.
The van broke down in New Hampshire and we sat at a gas station beating fevers for a day and sleeping with the dogs until a cigar smoking mafioso came up and told us that he'd called a tow truck to take us to Karl's Car Works, and that we should ride along and tell them Joe sent us. Karl gave us a new starter and installed it, then said "Don't worry, it's taken care of, you're set to go".
Dropped off in Boston, I'm making a ton of money begging for change after Paul McCartney concerts (15 dollars is a ton of money now) and staying with a scientist. She made me watch the Party Monster documentary and my life was changed, maybe for the first time since Fall. Travelers are the club kids of the new depression, except we were raised on video games instead of cartoons and television. I hop trains and go to noise shows because I need stimulation, I need excitement all the time and real life isn't good enough, and it never will be. I want to go to Japan for the first time, and do drugs in Santa Cruz, I want to march in a Dio de los Muertos parade in Mexico and hang out with drag queens. I'm going to chicago next, chasing something, I don't know what.
Every day I think about being a real live adult, and how there's no excuse to not do things. School is over, and if I'm not doing what I want to do, it's my own fault. It's also my own fault if I'm unsatisfied with where I am, or who I am, or feel like I'm going nowhere. My own fault if I die unknown or unaccomplished, or unloved, or without having loved enough. I don't want to feel like that and I can see it coming. Every day I think about what's important in life, and about the steps I have to take to get it. They were all right and it's scary as shit.
The van broke down in New Hampshire and we sat at a gas station beating fevers for a day and sleeping with the dogs until a cigar smoking mafioso came up and told us that he'd called a tow truck to take us to Karl's Car Works, and that we should ride along and tell them Joe sent us. Karl gave us a new starter and installed it, then said "Don't worry, it's taken care of, you're set to go".
Dropped off in Boston, I'm making a ton of money begging for change after Paul McCartney concerts (15 dollars is a ton of money now) and staying with a scientist. She made me watch the Party Monster documentary and my life was changed, maybe for the first time since Fall. Travelers are the club kids of the new depression, except we were raised on video games instead of cartoons and television. I hop trains and go to noise shows because I need stimulation, I need excitement all the time and real life isn't good enough, and it never will be. I want to go to Japan for the first time, and do drugs in Santa Cruz, I want to march in a Dio de los Muertos parade in Mexico and hang out with drag queens. I'm going to chicago next, chasing something, I don't know what.
Every day I think about being a real live adult, and how there's no excuse to not do things. School is over, and if I'm not doing what I want to do, it's my own fault. It's also my own fault if I'm unsatisfied with where I am, or who I am, or feel like I'm going nowhere. My own fault if I die unknown or unaccomplished, or unloved, or without having loved enough. I don't want to feel like that and I can see it coming. Every day I think about what's important in life, and about the steps I have to take to get it. They were all right and it's scary as shit.